MS. MONDAINE

Throwin' off our clothes out the window
Kissin with the sunset in our rear view
Dive into your eyes, we're in synchro
I'd make love to you like you want me to
Girl,I promise I won't let you down
Trust me, you can count on it
I won't ever let you down, no
And if you ever feeling doubt
You can call me
My chick's aesthetic, she got style that majestic
She was born for the lavish life, accustomed like genetic
Love it when she wear the dress of Italian brand
And expensive cig on her lips, she's 10/10
Rihanna when she shopping
Channel is her neck ring
Goyard by the trunk when I bring her for thanksgiving
Rolling in the deep like a spectrum of colours
I'm the beastman, you're the Belle, Spring Summer Winter Autumn
She's in high demand, I don't feel like pretending
Other bitches ain't fit me right, only you can maintain me
Girl, be my bitch
I'll bring you back to my crib
I'll put the ring on your hand
Then we can find Neverland
Shit!
Hahah, it's like T said, you know?
I used the word shit cause it just-
Cause it just sounded cool



Credits
Writer(s): Dhafir Dhiaulhaq Palangkey, Pramusinto Damarjati
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