Bacardi - Radio Edit

Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic
Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic

Another conversation, temptation, peer pressure, yeah
Going out another night to make you feel better
Tryna fill the empty void with poor effort
Loud music, fake friends, can't you do better
Go home, your broke
Stop assuming anyone's going to buy you a drink
Yeah, yeah, you'll never ever feel complete
Embarrassing yourself
Thinking it's time to leave

But it doesn't matter what they think of you
You'll get passed around the entire crew
Stuck in a loop
You'll call, I'll assume
Won't end up waiting so

Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic
Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic

Spending your nights with just anyone
Thinking that they could actually be the one
Yet you still taking plan b's after you done
Still want you but unaware of the dangers
Of loving strangers until the pain hurts
So you lay but you hesitate
End up giving brain
Saying I should've been there
But you're the one to blame
It's not my fault though, stop complaining

Don't even know what I see in you
Disrespecting yourself so I should
Stuck in a loop
You call, I'll assume
Won't end up waiting so

Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic
Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic

Pull up, pull up
You know I'm tryna pull up shawty
There's a lot of girls up in the spot
But you the baddest in the party
No probably, lil mami
I know one thang fasho girl
Yo body is banging, I want you on the low
On my floor girl, let's go
Lets take that trip to my crib
No f***
You break my heart and you get dumped quick
No luck b****
Playin with them demons, you get done sick
I'm so dumb sick
Girl I'm so tired of that dumb shit
You done b****
For now I'm chillin and smoking exotic
I'm living the dream yeah
The people keep doubting they doubting
I'm counting up all of this cream yeah
I pull up with Lula the gas
And you know I pull up with the team yeah
Pull up make her scream yeah
Finesse make her pull up, pull up

Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic
Pull up, pull up
Know you really wanna
You love, you love
Anyone you wanna
True love, true love
Isn't working for you
Just a lovesick alcoholic
Yeah, just a lovesick alcoholic
Yeah, just a lovesick alcoholic



Credits
Writer(s): Lula Molton
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