Fivio Foreign - Love Songs Lyrics

Ayy, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib every time I miss you
Nah, nah, nah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your

Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

She got a different type of (uh)
She'll make a nigga want to wife her (yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Nike her (uh)
Uh, I'm still on FaceTime with the lifers (I am)
It's iPhones in the feds and Rikers (uh)
Shawty gon' treat me like she need me (yeah)
Huh, and she met me takin' liquor to the fi-gi (huh)
Uh, I got a girl, she got a man, we movin' sneaky (uh)
We been drinkin' all night now we gettin' freaky deaky
Uh, and I hate it when she tell me she gon' leave me
Uh, let me eat it again, I'm greedy (uh)
F*ckin' her in the shower like Mimi
Shoot a porno on the phone and hook it up to the TV

You gon' get me answerin' machine, huh
Girl, leave me alone
'Cause you're nothin' that I need, huh
I won't answer the phone

Uh, yeah
We made a movie
Uh, she was a cutie (yeah)
Uh, I remember how she use to make a gooey (uh)
Yeah, I made a loopy
Uh, and she arguin' when she drinkin' 1942
Look, and her sex was (sex was)
One of the best of (yeah, huh)
I love it when she wanna dress up (uh, yeah)

And it hurts 'cause I know that I messed up
Gave her some of my best of
Money and possessions
VVS's in her necklace (next gift)
To the next gift to the next gift (reckless)
Livin' reckless with the next chick (I know)
So she decided to exit, I'm stressin'

Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go (oh)
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

Yeah, and I mean every time I miss you
And I love to hear your voice
Sound like an instrumental
Yeah, yeah
Crib every time I miss you
Nah, nah, nah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your-