Persona / Daydream
Simple things, I told her
She fell in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Season flings
Weather change
The simple things, I told her
Don't fall in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Weather change
Seasons flings
Simple things, I told her
Don't fall in love with persona
She found me
Now she's fond of me
Collect all the hearts
For my darling Valentine
Feed her sweet nothings
Like its, like its meant to be
Then throw it back at her
Man, I love to make a scene
Facade facing fat woods
Cant face reality
Going thru bodies
Count the fatal casualties
Asking for direction
Don't know where we are
I'm ready to push and start
But never sat and parked
Lets talk about it, Slim
And fuck the smart remarks
And never talk about it
Cause I know how you are
My love for you is real
It's you, I'm pursuing
I know it's hard to believe
She fell in love with the illusion
Simple things, I told her
She fell in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
L-O, L-O
I like 'em slim thick
Short hair, talk that quick shit
While applying lipstick
Ain't afraid to hit this
Pass the blunt, be blunt
Does her business
Go getter, know better
I think I like this, it's righteous
Could this be love?
Nah, lets flip scripts
Spidey with the quickness
Scene at this strip shit
Approach me
This thick chick, big tits
She ain't shaking ass for fitness
I'm lookin' like a quick lick
Oh shit, could this be love?
Nah, I'm posted, fly high
Nationwide coastin'
Pretty brown eyes, where we Eloping
Man, I'm hoping
We get close & never fold then
And never kiss & tell cause niggas love showin'
Could this be love?
Nah, I'm living like I'm golden
Cameras flash, frame frozen
Memories in my head got me rollin'
In and outta bed
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
She got my eyes wide open
I'm starstruck
Heart stuck
Stuck in the daydream
Could this be love
She got my eyes wide open
I'm starstruck
Heart stuck
Stuck in the daydream
Could this be love
She's lovable
Ms. Claire Huxtable
Osh my gosh, don't know what To do
The chick got comfortable
Now we high off edibles
Eating lunchables
I fuck with you
Here for the long run
Tell 'em hut on two
Now we in the coupe
We fly by
Parie, Malibu
Whatchu wanna do
That's what hustle do
Don't wanna hustle you
To the charm
She needs me
I fuck witchu
I fuck witchu (L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E)
L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E (I fuck witchu)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Stuck in my daydreams
She fell in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Season flings
Weather change
The simple things, I told her
Don't fall in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
Weather change
Seasons flings
Simple things, I told her
Don't fall in love with persona
She found me
Now she's fond of me
Collect all the hearts
For my darling Valentine
Feed her sweet nothings
Like its, like its meant to be
Then throw it back at her
Man, I love to make a scene
Facade facing fat woods
Cant face reality
Going thru bodies
Count the fatal casualties
Asking for direction
Don't know where we are
I'm ready to push and start
But never sat and parked
Lets talk about it, Slim
And fuck the smart remarks
And never talk about it
Cause I know how you are
My love for you is real
It's you, I'm pursuing
I know it's hard to believe
She fell in love with the illusion
Simple things, I told her
She fell in love with persona
Oh lover, I told her
Share your love when it's colder
L-O, L-O
I like 'em slim thick
Short hair, talk that quick shit
While applying lipstick
Ain't afraid to hit this
Pass the blunt, be blunt
Does her business
Go getter, know better
I think I like this, it's righteous
Could this be love?
Nah, lets flip scripts
Spidey with the quickness
Scene at this strip shit
Approach me
This thick chick, big tits
She ain't shaking ass for fitness
I'm lookin' like a quick lick
Oh shit, could this be love?
Nah, I'm posted, fly high
Nationwide coastin'
Pretty brown eyes, where we Eloping
Man, I'm hoping
We get close & never fold then
And never kiss & tell cause niggas love showin'
Could this be love?
Nah, I'm living like I'm golden
Cameras flash, frame frozen
Memories in my head got me rollin'
In and outta bed
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
My sleep stolen
She got my eyes wide open
I'm starstruck
Heart stuck
Stuck in the daydream
Could this be love
She got my eyes wide open
I'm starstruck
Heart stuck
Stuck in the daydream
Could this be love
She's lovable
Ms. Claire Huxtable
Osh my gosh, don't know what To do
The chick got comfortable
Now we high off edibles
Eating lunchables
I fuck with you
Here for the long run
Tell 'em hut on two
Now we in the coupe
We fly by
Parie, Malibu
Whatchu wanna do
That's what hustle do
Don't wanna hustle you
To the charm
She needs me
I fuck witchu
I fuck witchu (L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E)
L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E (I fuck witchu)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Stuck in my daydreams
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Writer(s): Christopher Charles
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