Dorsa Lena - Country Grammar Lyrics

I'm up in ya head
She up in ya bed
You look in her eyes, you see me instead
Now you thinking bout the first day that we met
Knew you had me when you pulled up with that
Country
Grammer
Uh
Uh
Drives his whip shirtless but you know he get designer
He want a bad bitch in the front seat of his hummer
I know
I know
This yellow sundress it had you sprung
Chase me down and watch me run
Spend a bag and make me
Come
Through
Know i'm wrong
But I don't care
Think I made you love me
You say it's not fair
Oh
Now you see me everywhere
But I ain't there
I think that you could do better, yuh
Used to fit you like a sweater, yuh
I know that you ain't been livin'
Since you put that ring on your finger
Yuh
Baby you used to be sinnin'
Yuh
You met me
I brought you heaven
Huh
But now that someone took your place
I know you sick that he winnin'
I'm sick I'll admit it
When I heard that you made a life outta her
You made a wife outta her
But she ain't do it like me
Never met a bitch like me
Stole ya heart quick like me
Ain't a draft pick like me
Now you say my name in your sleep
Now you say my name in your sleep
Persia
Know you say my name when you
Come
Through
Know i'm wrong
But I don't care
Think I made you love me
You say it's not fair
Oh
Now you see me everywhere
But I ain't there
Come
Through
Know i'm wrong
But I don't care
Think I made you love me
You say it's not fair
Oh
Now you see me everywhere
But I ain't there