Luvonwiels

She takes me back to the place I was born
She takes me to the city lights in the evening
She tells me fucking stuff I wanna know
I’m really falling
I wanna see her ballin' with me
She takes me back to the place I was born
She takes me to the city lights in the evening
She tells me fucking stuff I wanna know
I’m really falling
I wanna see her ballin' with me
She takes me back to the place I was born
Doesn’t take me to the beach side
Doesn’t take my stuff, doesn’t need to put up a show
'Cause I’m baked in the morning and I didn’t read the phone
She doesn’t have to climb all over my back
'Cause I tell her she’ll have to be dancing alone
Reasons folding
I wanna leave here and call her right away
Really falling
I wanna see her ballin'
Reasons folding
I wanna leave here
And get her for myself
For myself