Nights Over Georgia

[Intro:] As we're holding hands Kiss your neck and dance We're may beliefs Together We laugh and cry, and dance the night In may beliefs The taste of your lips And the way your wear your hair And the solar eclipse As we stand and we glare Lalala, dadada, la (coughs) [Verse 1:] Scarf and a gold teeth, crooked the villain As false mythical spirit to make her suck it You see a lot of girls play to pretend When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen He with the microphone, should have been a gym coach Swap bad grades for Chanel and designer coke I used to kiss her, way before the blister Fattest ass cheeks, and ran a train on her sister Fickle like the nickle, shine beaming on her green stone Laces with the hole, and a sticker made of fresh scones My best friend, my very best coochie Not a class clown, but appeared real groovy And yeah, we had sex all over in the bathroom Shades on, packing like a rascal out in Cancun And can you blame him, growing up a lost soul? So damn nervous, probably put it in the wrong hole Damn, god damn, don't say it Whatever 'bout this twitch, he was a villain when naked The type of chick that put the ring on your finger Disfiguring the fleshbone, scrape her with a whisper I keep dreaming, oh shit, the blunt's lingering Support your local drug dealer, four fidda split a can [Bridge:] Walking 'round town with the girl of my dreams, in my brain Thoughts keep lingering, like I won't ever fuck again Shadows of emotion, while I'm singing in the ocean Just leave me alone, alone... [Verse 2:] He had a black face, innit Her with the ass fat swoll out naked Stationary shotgun, Snapchat her momma (Yo mom) Telling 'em my girl's got the keys to my Honda What a shame, and it's a borderline travesty The chromosome lacking, with a spit from her cavity Annoy the sanity, jewels from your majesty Waking up sweaty, with the wet dream fantasy I mean I hit it, confusion of the first degree Swole to the lip bone, bleeding gums murphy And I even sucked her toes on some other shit But she got a tat of his ego on her left tit You see a lot of girls play to pretend When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen But whatever, she tried to be clever At least I still got the North Face sweater