Chris Emond - August Lyrics

Yea
What she does for me
Yea what she do for me
I know she does it
Yea
I don't find the way she do it
Cause She gon die for me
Shawty gon ride for me
All damn day
I got her all damn day
Yea I want you on me
Yea I want you on me

Yea you gotta let it go (Let it go)
Even
Even
If I emptied out my pockets
Wont you let me iron away the creases
I've been completely understated
With all my reasons
Baby you don't know shitbout me
I swear to god I keep it so low key sometimes

You Got me feeling like desert rain
Sippin champagne bubbly rain
In the grave yea
She from the bay
Been payed since she wasn't
Put her on now she getting payed
Desert rain
Sippin
Champagne in it
Désirée
Got me feeling like purple rain
She got me looked like
All the time
Like every day
Yea