paroles de chanson 20 - azel rm

Remember summer of '20
Now, I'm turning twenty soon
Three cards in my wallet
Which one you wanna use?
I'm not in line for a check
Buy want you want, nothing less
Yes, nothing less
Slow down, slow down
I wanna hear your voice through the soft sounds
Windows down in the backseat
Fuck it, let's fuck in a taxi
Get lost in the city
Take the train, it's too busy
Too cold, jacket with me
Your phone, got me dizzy
I see like two guys, two guys
Hitting up your line, your line
What you gon' reply, reply
Air it out, air it out on me
Turn around, turn around and leave
Turn around and leave
Why'd you call, why'd you call at 3
We're not what we're supposed to be
We're not what we're supposed to be