Cheekbones

Patron on ice and you inside my pool

It gives me the same old sex eye as it discovers me
Yo Pac, I say, rumor has it youre dead or some say island hopping
Shorty, Pac says, Ive just been staying in, so much shit went down
I had to cave for a while, you know, figuring things out
Damn Pac, I say, last time I saw you I was still wearing my neoprenes
I cant believe youre back
I know, kid you were just a baby, now look at you all grown up so fine
Oh pac stop it, while you dont look a day older, got spa?
Damn right I got spa baby, I got this whole new thing going

Patron on ice and you inside my pool

How about we go fix us a drink Pac says. about time I say, Bad-Flights?
You still hanging around up there? Its time for us to see some changes
Whatever man, I follow you
Well why not Bad-Flights baby, one for the old times, Im your ride

So I jump on and it races uptown, sparkles all over the place
And the horn leading the way as a compass always pointing north



Credits
Writer(s): Maximilian Boss, Stine Omar
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