Look How I'm Doin

Yeah, it's Morales, baby
Heidi Montag
I'm with them all
And with them all

It was end of the summer when we crossed paths
The DJ was spinning 'til the last dance
I showed you a kiss like they do in France
You treated me like coach when I raised the glass

Remember when I first turned 16
Said, you were gonna lay me in the city of dreams
But you were never man enough, that's how it seems
You just held me down, made it harder to breathe

Your excuses got better
You couldn't give me time
Always got some distraction
More important on your mind

Strikes me kind of funny
The way the tables turned
'Cause now it's you who's sweating
And it's me who's not concerned

Look at me baby, how I'm doing
Just drop like when I'm moving
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Look at me baby, how they want it?
Got front seat, and just flaunt it
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

And now you're freakin' sorry
'Cause you missed the lottery
This heart's worth more than money
You should've put a ring on me

So now you act all jealous
'Cause you know you did me wrong
I let you slip at first mistake
But the second time, I was gone

Your excuses got better
You couldn't give me time
Always got some distraction
More important on your mind

Strikes me kind of funny
The way the tables turned
'Cause now it's you who's sweating
And it's me who's not concerned

Look at me baby, how I'm doing
Just drop like when I'm moving
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Look at me baby, how they want it?
Got front seat, and just flaunt it
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Now he says he wants me
I don't need that concrete weighing on me
I don't need that

You gotta miss my love
You gotta miss my touch
The way I hold your arm
You're gonna see how much
My sex is what you need
You know that you can't be
You gon' be missing me (I bet you miss that crazy love, babe)

Look at me baby, how I'm doing
Just drop like when I'm moving
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Look at me baby, how they want it?
Got front seat, and just flaunt it
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Now he says he wants me
I don't need that concrete weighing on me
I don't need that



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Morales, Cathy Dennis, Lp, Raymond Diaz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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