Girl I was tryna phone you
Girl I was only tryna phone you
Piccadilly yeah, Zone 2
I was at Leicester Square
Baby what zone are you?
Girl I was only tryna phone you
Piccadilly yeah, Zone 2
I was at Leicester Square
Baby what zone are you?
Californication on the TV
She roll me up them skuds I'm in a blue dream
And she loves to be seductive while I play the PS4
Weed smoke swimming through the corridors
Is it the colour of the grass?
Is it the colour of the feeling that will never last?
Is it the colour of hell?
Is it the colour of the secret that you'll never tell?
Is it the colour of the sex that you have never felt, never felt, never felt
But I know opportunities are at my front door
So I don't wanna f*ck girl I want so much more
You know I invest in your feelings
So girl give me one single reason
Why you think it's someone else you're needing
Cos' if we're talking about love I'm fiending
Stardawg in the pack it got me leanin'
You're the colourful canvas I'll be stealin'
Girl f*ck your feeling
Red paint
Fresh on the pallete
You watched my skin shed on a shadow cast
I said you hate the fact that I love it
The fact that I love it though
The fact I love it though
I used to slip the wrist shot like it's NHL
I'm at the writer's block, Bateman House tales
I look across the south like I just live at sea
I fantasize about the man I wanna be, wanna be
Someday girl I'm hoping we can get along
F*ck that imma bring her around
Imma get it all, get it all
Girl I know you love the dickin' in the south way, south way
I was like, 'Vinci Vinci this shit ridiculous she want it on a weekly basis okay? okay!'
Babe pick up the phone
Cos' girl you do, you do
You do, you do
You do, you do
You do, you do
You do, you do
You do, you do
Yeah