Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
I just busted a headlight
I guess I really don't feel right
I guess she's right, I'm too drunk too drive
But my phone's dead, I can't get a cab
So, should I drive back to her place?
Say sorry for shit that ain't take place
But her door is locked, and her lights are off
And that means I'm back to the first base
And I'm in the back, yelling: Ándale, ándale!
Bailo borracho sin nadie parandome
Unas bebidas, unas palabritas
Están separandome de ti
El club está lleno de niñas bonitas
Botella d'Olmeca y unas Coronitas
No siento mis pies, sólo siento el ritmo
Dime, porque no estás aquí?
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, chances are, she's simply out
With her friends, and I'm
Stressing over shit I'm making up
Do I really got the time?
And the truth is that
I don't even really care like that
I got shit to do no matter where she at
So Imma enjoy this ride
I'm going home with Ani and Nicole
I gotta get hoes to keep heat in the cold
Gone for a smoke in my jeans and a coat
Back, and I'm off, making beats on the road
Yo, and I'm backing, backing, backing out
I'm in the back of a cab, I'm blacking out
I wanna take her out and see her 'round
Not really, I'm just tryna f*ck around
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
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Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
I just busted a headlight
I guess I really don't feel right
I guess she's right, I'm too drunk too drive
But my phone's dead, I can't get a cab
So, should I drive back to her place?
Say sorry for shit that ain't take place
But her door is locked, and her lights are off
And that means I'm back to the first base
And I'm in the back, yelling: Ándale, ándale!
Bailo borracho sin nadie parandome
Unas bebidas, unas palabritas
Están separandome de ti
El club está lleno de niñas bonitas
Botella d'Olmeca y unas Coronitas
No siento mis pies, sólo siento el ritmo
Dime, porque no estás aquí?
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, chances are, she's simply out
With her friends, and I'm
Stressing over shit I'm making up
Do I really got the time?
And the truth is that
I don't even really care like that
I got shit to do no matter where she at
So Imma enjoy this ride
I'm going home with Ani and Nicole
I gotta get hoes to keep heat in the cold
Gone for a smoke in my jeans and a coat
Back, and I'm off, making beats on the road
Yo, and I'm backing, backing, backing out
I'm in the back of a cab, I'm blacking out
I wanna take her out and see her 'round
Not really, I'm just tryna f*ck around
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
I just busted a headlight
I guess I really don't feel right
I guess she's right, I'm too drunk too drive
But my phone's dead, I can't get a cab
So, should I drive back to her place?
Say sorry for shit that ain't take place
But her door is locked, and her lights are off
And that means I'm back to the first base
And I'm in the back, yelling: Ándale, ándale!
Bailo borracho sin nadie parandome
Unas bebidas, unas palabritas
Están separandome de ti
El club está lleno de niñas bonitas
Botella d'Olmeca y unas Coronitas
No siento mis pies, sólo siento el ritmo
Dime, porque no estás aquí?
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, chances are, she's simply out
With her friends, and I'm
Stressing over shit I'm making up
Do I really got the time?
And the truth is that
I don't even really care like that
I got shit to do no matter where she at
So Imma enjoy this ride
I'm going home with Ani and Nicole
I gotta get hoes to keep heat in the cold
Gone for a smoke in my jeans and a coat
Back, and I'm off, making beats on the road
Yo, and I'm backing, backing, backing out
I'm in the back of a cab, I'm blacking out
I wanna take her out and see her 'round
Not really, I'm just tryna f*ck around
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Ok, maybe
I've somehow done her wrong, lately
She won't pick up her phone
But she'll post to make sure
I know she's having fun
And it's crazy
I used to drive to her place, and
She'd wear nothing but lace, now
She simply cut me off
Writer: Josef Poljanski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid