(Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but your scared
Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but your scared)
8 AM riding on the highway, yeah the windows tinted
Young successful nigga, sick boy, ima need a clinic
Cute, light broad, go by Kaay, she vanilla scented
Love is in the air, goes both ways like we playing tennis
Honey blond hair, red-bone, pants mighty fitted
Tell her that i love her, said it back, sounded like it's scripted
But it isn't, because she meant it, I'm addicted, wait a minute
Lost my cool for a sec, I'm a simp, I'll admit it
Downtown Dallas, lights beaming, looking hella pretty
Look you in your eyes, head spinning, getting hella dizzy
Look you up and down, getting chills, getting hella chilly
Your body a country, I'm just trying to find the inner cities
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
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(Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but your scared
Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but your scared)
8 AM riding on the highway, yeah the windows tinted
Young successful nigga, sick boy, ima need a clinic
Cute, light broad, go by Kaay, she vanilla scented
Love is in the air, goes both ways like we playing tennis
Honey blond hair, red-bone, pants mighty fitted
Tell her that i love her, said it back, sounded like it's scripted
But it isn't, because she meant it, I'm addicted, wait a minute
Lost my cool for a sec, I'm a simp, I'll admit it
Downtown Dallas, lights beaming, looking hella pretty
Look you in your eyes, head spinning, getting hella dizzy
Look you up and down, getting chills, getting hella chilly
Your body a country, I'm just trying to find the inner cities
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
Than just friends, but your scared
Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but your scared)
8 AM riding on the highway, yeah the windows tinted
Young successful nigga, sick boy, ima need a clinic
Cute, light broad, go by Kaay, she vanilla scented
Love is in the air, goes both ways like we playing tennis
Honey blond hair, red-bone, pants mighty fitted
Tell her that i love her, said it back, sounded like it's scripted
But it isn't, because she meant it, I'm addicted, wait a minute
Lost my cool for a sec, I'm a simp, I'll admit it
Downtown Dallas, lights beaming, looking hella pretty
Look you in your eyes, head spinning, getting hella dizzy
Look you up and down, getting chills, getting hella chilly
Your body a country, I'm just trying to find the inner cities
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
Yellow flowers, tall grass
Yellow skin, fat ass
Brown eyes, first class
Get me high, dime bag
Writer: Stephen Nash III
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