Lyrics Youtube2MP3 - AG Club

How you go from text to email
Talking 'bout the way that we felt?
You fell, you fell (you fell)
You fell out (yeah)
You say that I'm a sellout (sellout)
Well, now, what's good?

Flashy cars, falling bras in my hands
Just can't get over it, oh, my favorite soul's in there
Summertime, gettin' right in my head
Just can't get over it, oh, my love is gonna kill you

I've been, I've been up in my room
It's pathetic, I'll admit it, but to tell you the truth
I've just been deep inside my head, and all that's starting to prove
Is that you're never safe from work, guess it's best that I knew
Leveled up on my budget, I'm still subjected to moves
You're supposed to be by my side, you busy watching the movie
You pick me up around noon, and I'm all out of good news
Hope we get out of here soon
We'll shoot a phony, you knew (okay)

Back and forth, we stumbling forth
They know what you come over here for, to bring me a storm
I gave you all I had and more, you asking for more
I wish we could have lasted for more, you cutted me short
I got voices in my head, that wants to send me your neck
And only 25% of my pain is champagne

I'm insane, can't complain
That's a name, run again
'Cause the fame like the rain
We're contained, it's okay
If it change for the plays
Ain't no way, vote for me
When it go, save my soul
Take my hopes and my dreams

Apologies are only valuable with details
You always tellin' me, "Sorry, I know you mean well"
You dead to me, I'm the same, I hope you grieve well
You block my number, my social, you block my email
That's okay, I know what it time it is
You on some other shit, I think you sad with it

Flashy cars (flashy cars), falling bras (falling) in my hands
Just can't get over it, oh, my favorite soul's in there
Summertime (summertime), gettin' right in my head
Just can't get over it, oh, my love is gonna kill ya

Which is one of my favorite singers of all time
You know I don't see her enough, Queen Latifah
Yo, what's up, babe? Yeah, I just hopped in the whip
Man, don't even start with all that bullshit
C'mon, there's always some new shit
I don't know why you do this shit
I give you anything you want, I treat you nice
Matter of fact? You know, I'm 'bout to come to swoop you
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go, c'mon
Anywhere, you know? We can go to...

What about Florida? Costa Rica?
Yeah, what about London? It's nice to meet you, yeah
Singapore, Bora Bora, and Dubai, bye