Reckless
Ya I just wrote some shit down
(No No No)
We both know it's toxic
Am I re- singing the whole thing
Alright
When did it all get so serious?
I still feel the same way I used to
Someone call the pastor to marry us
Never thought I'd be the one to fall in love
But I did and I can't fall out
(No No No)
I need you by my side
I'm tied up
We're in love
Drunk and she kissing the bottle
She off the white like a model
She wanna party in Vegas
Don't wanna listen to momma
She don't wanna cuddle
She wanna make moves
I take these drugs for the trauma
I'm getting sick of the drama
I fell in the love with the commas
She wanna go to Bahamas
Smoking like we in Bahamas
(Let it ride)
She always falls in my lap
Fallin right out her designer
It's getting harder to find us
Rollin and smoking exotic
All your friends say that we're toxic
They don't know nothing about us
(No No No)
I get the bag and I toss it
You don't know shit
When did it all get so serious?
I still feel the same way I used to
Someone call the pastor to marry us
Never thought I'd be the one to fuck it up
But I did and I can't fall out
(No No No)
I need you by my side
I'm tied up
We're in love
Drunk n she kissing the bottle
She off the white like a model
She wanna party in Vegas
Don't wanna listen to momma
She don't wanna cuddle
She wanna make moves
I take these drugs for the trauma
(No No No)
We both know it's toxic
Am I re- singing the whole thing
Alright
When did it all get so serious?
I still feel the same way I used to
Someone call the pastor to marry us
Never thought I'd be the one to fall in love
But I did and I can't fall out
(No No No)
I need you by my side
I'm tied up
We're in love
Drunk and she kissing the bottle
She off the white like a model
She wanna party in Vegas
Don't wanna listen to momma
She don't wanna cuddle
She wanna make moves
I take these drugs for the trauma
I'm getting sick of the drama
I fell in the love with the commas
She wanna go to Bahamas
Smoking like we in Bahamas
(Let it ride)
She always falls in my lap
Fallin right out her designer
It's getting harder to find us
Rollin and smoking exotic
All your friends say that we're toxic
They don't know nothing about us
(No No No)
I get the bag and I toss it
You don't know shit
When did it all get so serious?
I still feel the same way I used to
Someone call the pastor to marry us
Never thought I'd be the one to fuck it up
But I did and I can't fall out
(No No No)
I need you by my side
I'm tied up
We're in love
Drunk n she kissing the bottle
She off the white like a model
She wanna party in Vegas
Don't wanna listen to momma
She don't wanna cuddle
She wanna make moves
I take these drugs for the trauma
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Curbeam
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