Yeah.
I puffed the foam off the last Corona.
A 1000 feet in the sky, she is.
Angry, saying I don't really want her.
If that ain't reaching, I don't know what is.
Say.
Ain't you tired of running games?
Going all berserk. You're looking crazy, deranged.
With a new ring finger gold ring, coming back from Spain.
Feel like you were doing all them things
To raise my mother f****** bloodstream.
Talking to all them dudes, in all them crews that I don't like.
You saying you and I was in it for the long haul.
Then caught me f****** someone else. s***, it's only right.
I've got a girl that loves to scream but doesn't talk much.
I must have missed her head when I called her a** big.
She wanted Foie Gras. Girl, you're on a long lunch.
When those new perfumes are looking like my last gig.
Smelling like my cash did.
Slowly. She put her lips right on me.
Telling me that we would be alright, she told me.
Then I was in that p**** all night, getting bony.
Her hair so blonde, it look like Jon Bon Jovi.
You're saying you love it. You put it all on me.
You're biting that pillow. You were my b**** only.
Then your Iphone buzzing and you picked up coldly.
That was New York calling with a job for Chloé.
So you packed your s***, then you left next morning.
Then like, 2 months passed and you still not phoned me.
Phony. I couldn't even get a dial.
Then met you a couple months later like; It's been a while.
But looking back at it, find it hard to not smile.
In these boxes of Coronas. Heels in these corners.
Shots by the cases like in El Mariachi.
I hopped up in a cab and said watch me.
I puffed the foam off the last Corona.
A 1000 feet in the sky, she is.
Angry, saying I don't really want her.
If that ain't reaching, I don't know what is.
Say.
Ain't you tired of running games?
Going all berserk. You're looking crazy, deranged.
With a new ring finger gold ring, coming back from Spain.
Feel like you were doing all them things
To raise my mother f****** bloodstream.
Talking to all them dudes, in all them crews that I don't like.
You saying you and I was in it for the long haul.
Then caught me f****** someone else. s***, it's only right.
I've got a girl that loves to scream but doesn't talk much.
I must have missed her head when I called her a** big.
She wanted Foie Gras. Girl, you're on a long lunch.
When those new perfumes are looking like my last gig.
Smelling like my cash did.
Slowly. She put her lips right on me.
Telling me that we would be alright, she told me.
Then I was in that p**** all night, getting bony.
Her hair so blonde, it look like Jon Bon Jovi.
You're saying you love it. You put it all on me.
You're biting that pillow. You were my b**** only.
Then your Iphone buzzing and you picked up coldly.
That was New York calling with a job for Chloé.
So you packed your s***, then you left next morning.
Then like, 2 months passed and you still not phoned me.
Phony. I couldn't even get a dial.
Then met you a couple months later like; It's been a while.
But looking back at it, find it hard to not smile.
In these boxes of Coronas. Heels in these corners.
Shots by the cases like in El Mariachi.
I hopped up in a cab and said watch me.