paroles de chanson Letter to You - JusChris

Can I rock with you
Can I vibe with you
Baby
Can I spend my whole life with you
Can we vibe
Can we look at the stars and see the sky
Can I rock with you
Can I vibe with you
Baby
Can I spend my whole life with you
Can we vibe
Can we look at the stars and see the sky

I swear, I get in my feelings
I reminisce about the times I was in it
I start to think about who you fucking and who's killing
Girl am I buggin, I be trippin
Just never mind it's not my business
I miss it all
I miss the times we was skipping in the hall
I miss the times you was singing all my songs
I miss that ass when you bounce it like a ball
Do ya thing, yeah, yeah, yeah
She like my voice, she like my singing, yeah, yeah
The way you look
The way you walk
The way your eyes look
So beautiful
Your make my heart smile
And when I'm with you girl I know I make your heart pound

Can I rock with you
Can I vibe with you
Baby
Can I spend my whole life with you
Can we vibe
Can we look at the stars and see the sky
Can I rock with you
Can I vibe with you
Baby
Can I spend my whole life with you
Can we vibe
Can we look at the stars and see the sky

And I try to tell myself that it ain't then it might be me
You fuck with other niggas but won't try your luck wit me
You see that we at war at least just try and be my peace
You always think I'm lying, girl why don't you ever think
And you steady got the free but you don't ever wanna link
Never send me snaps but you be asking me for pink
I just wanna be that nigga who treats you good girl let me be, yeah
Who treats you good girl let me be
And you say that im a dog when you be lying to my face
Steady throwing subs, you tryna argue everyday
You bringing up the past, like girl we in the present day
How we gon get along when all you do is complain
Used to ask my mom is this girl really the one
I get caught up in my thoughts and start to think that you a dub
But maybe I don't need you I should focus on myself
Or fuck wit ya friend, maybe hit up someone else
And you blowing up my phone like girl you know I'm in the Stu
I just wanna make it home, my lil bro he only two
I just wanna make it snow, I'm tryna put my wrist on froze
They talking to the feds, someone slipped
He gotta go
And he fucking wit the opps
I hope he fuck wit bullet holes
And don't you call her bae she be fucking on ya bro
Should I call em bro he tryna fuck wit my hoe
They was talking shit and they thought I wouldn't know