My Favorite Mistake

I rememeber those long nights and I'm right
You hated everything that came your way
You always said
To many issues we that shouldn't have at hand
So maybe we've made a mistake

And girl your my favorite mistake
It's just a cycle I gotta take
To keep up with my mental state
It's been the same mistake that I'll take
And girl we're both our favorite mistake
And I love you way to much
To let you slip right through my soul but your shadows
They Say more when they whisper let go

Woah
Ya
Get your phone just hit me up
Smoke on the weed come light it up
Grab the whip cream lick me up
Bring some friends we can have some fun
Tell your boyfriend he not the one
Tell all of your girls they all can come

Hitting the spot making it
I'm Back again like i never left
Horns out I'm feeling so devilish
Skrting in the rari pushing the pedal again
The way that I drop it should be a sin

Yo bitch on my dick and you know she gon ride
Drugs in my pocket you know ima die
I swear to you baby I'm not a regular guy
But I can still get high
I love the way you sit on that bed
Wait for my hand to caress
Hope there's some playful sex
Hold my hand for the rest
Make you scream make you beg
Make you earn it make you work it girl

You're my favorite mistake
It's a choice I gotta make
And it's a risk I Wanna take
Because you're my favorite mistake
I know you love me I know shit won't be the same
But this is tough on me I'm still your one mistake

Girl I hate that I have you the run around
I'm just glad you don't hear from the word of mouth

If I told you the truth would you let it out
Girl you know the real reason I came down
Man you can't even seem like yourself now
Did you say all this shit just to make me proud
If you did well it worked because you got me now
I'm so sick of the way that we're being now
Can we go back to what it used to be
Them Atlanta nights when it's you and me
The late nights we talked the late nights we walked
I just needed love and want you to show off I'm done man

I'm charming that's all you see is me charming
You get to know me now I'm alarming
That's dangerous
You endangered us
And you played with us
You was made for this
I wasn't made for this ya

But I'm throwing money I keep me a blunt
I'm in the club getting high as I want
I came to the function they walk to the front
We head to the back and I hit a home run
You niggas keep trying I'll show how it's done
I know all you bitches just wanna have fun
Champagne on the table right next to the gun
They know I'm that Nigga they know I'm the one



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Writer(s): Cole Bordwell
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