Prosecco - Jacob Banks

You treat me like Obama

I barely know you, you want me to meet your mama

And I know that you’ve been praying for Nirvana

That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna

Singin' stay, so I’ll wait

As we start it again, actin' out this cliche

So you bend 'til you break

Talkin' shit 'bout me to your friends

Your heart beats louder than mine

And I’m no good for ya

But I’m still good to ya

And you tuck me into the bed

Man, I’m no good for ya

'Cause I give it to ya

When I run for cover, we crash into each other

Then you pull me under, it’s so good

You keep me comin' through the summer

That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna

Singin' stay, so I’ll wait

As we start it again, actin' out this cliche

So you bend 'til you break

'Cause it’s easy to pretend

Your heart beats louder than mine

And I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)

But I’m still good to ya (Still good to ya)

And you tuck me into the bed

Man, I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)

'Cause I give it to ya (Give it to ya)

You know I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)

You know I’m no good for ya (Give it to ya)

I’m not the one you’re lookin' for

Making love won’t help you stop the war

So say goodbye, we’ll always have New York

The summers that we share is always blessed

You treat me like Obama (Yeah, yeah)

You want me to meet your mama

And I know that you’ve been praying for Nirvana

That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna

Your heart beats louder than mine

And I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)

But I’m still good to ya (still good to ya)

And you tuck me into the bed

When I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)

'Cause I give it to ya (Give it to ya)

When I’m gone, where I go,

You know I’m no good for ya

Where I go,

You know I’m no good for ya

When I’m gone, where I go,

You know I’m no good for ya

Where I go,

You know I’m no good for ya

Yeah, yeah

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