Lyrics FourFortyFive - Sturla Atlas

The boys downtown just holding it down on
On the weekend
She texted me back like
"I′m here boy"
Right now, right now, what?
I best believe her
But still I don't see her at all
But I know she a bad bad shorty
Million dollar smile and that bad bad body
And that bad bad body

Please let me be your Basquiat shorty
Please let me be your Basquiat shorty

It′s 04: 45
The club went on and left but baby girl I'm still alive
And searching for you
Please just take the time

To see if I could be everything you need
And girl I'll go away
If I ain′t the one

You and me, both know
I gotta work late nights
I gotta catch late flights
But when I get back it′s you
Only you
In the weekend we turn up
Roll up and burn one
We ain't leaving till the sun up
Go to sleep in the late noon
Last night the crew was
Higher than Jesus

But it′s day three and my hands hurt
Break open the whip and it's skrrt skrrt
Girl you got me resurrected
Girl you got me resurrected

Flying clouds above
Skin to skin getting way too fucking sensual, too sexual
But when I′m looking at you
I feel like these dreams are coming true, our love too true
And I'm getting sober
Our life going good it can never be over
And girl you know it′s true
My past is the past I live for you
You know it's true