New York

Twisting spinach in Greenwich
Got a lil baddie from Addis
She just finished school in Dallas
Got a thing for art the classics
Nola Darling she gots to have it
Her crib on West 25th
I'm in the city she's my bitch
When I leave she never trip
So photogenic snappin pics
From the terrace of the skyline
Sippin Bordeaux Blanc that's white wine
Never met a bitch that's so fine
But she insecure and stay focusing on her flaws
And she don't know I don't see em at all

In Soho on the terrrace
All night I just kept hearing

I promise I ain't selling dreams
I hope she understand what I mean

In Soho on the terrrace
All night I just kept hearing

I promise I ain't selling dreams
I hope she understand what I mean

From Santiago but grew up in Spanish Harlem
Met her on the Lower East Side summer at a rooftop party
Blessed with the perfect body
In a jumpsuit made by Prada
Designer weed and reposado
We drink that shit out the bottle
French toes in designer shoes
Designer weed smoke away the blues
She always gettin what she want
Not quite sure on what she need
What she say she need is me
And throw a fit when I gotta leave
But I got places to be
And much more that's to be seen
She think she deserve it all
'Cause she so used to her getting it
Don't take no miss independent
I thought you ain't need a nigga
I been ghost since the pandemic
Been a while since my last visit
On our calls keep saying u miss me
Let's go pick up where we finished but no promises given

In Soho on the terrrace
All night I just kept hearing

I promise I ain't selling dreams
I hope she understand what I mean

In Soho on the terrrace
All night I just kept hearing

I promise I ain't selling dreams
I hope she understand what I mean



Credits
Writer(s): Brigi, Daniel Payne
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