Sloo - Last Night In Paris

When I’m in your city ain’t on the low

Run your mouth my g’s will fucking show up

Bitches know what they here for

They wanna turn up but won’t fuck, I’m gone

Get high real fast, I crash real slow

Bust it open, can you take it all

From the bathroom to the bedroom floor

We gon' roll

We gon' roll

Her phone ring, we both ignore

And girl

You looking kinda

And girl you’re so fine

Riding with my niggas lately

I’ve been told

You’ve been on a low

Sipping on that red wine

Hanging with my niggas lately

Look

You play with your phone while you chill in the passenger seat of the Benz

I should of been speaking to you from the start, but I spoke to your friends

We talked about being at war with ourselves and about making amends

And that’s when she told me her name I forgot and she told me again

I still couldn’t name you all now girl, I must of been off on a next ting

The arc on your back in the nudes that you send 3am when we sexting

The smile on your face, look I know you like that, girl you said it’s the best

ting

And we were both hurt over different shit but I guess it’s a blessing

Your bitch keep calling my name

(See the real you when you you’re vex)

(See the real you when we sex)

(Room with a view and a bed)

Talking like you do it, you do it the same

(See the real you when you you’re vex)

(See the real you when we sex)

(Room with a view and a bed)

Didn’t want to know till she come to a show

(See the real you when you you’re vex)

(See the real you when we sex)

(Room with a view and a bed)

And now she see the come up and blowing up my phone

A land beyond here

Is where we’re from

Fucked up thoughts mixed with

Filled lungs

We all do this

As well as we can

This is more than just a minor hobby

In fact this is life