Come down to the streets, man

We got every ting you need

The mango, the coconut, the lime

Please understand that this is the real ting, man

Berhana, berhana, berhana

Motherfuck you

Whiskey trickle down the suede

Close my tab and hit your place

Stomping through the swivel gates

Dap your doorman on the way

Golden elevator ways

Reeboks while it elevate

Forty stories up in space

Forty stories up in space

But I'm fiending for your energy

Snap out it when I'm sober

You used to be my lovely

But them lovin' days is over

Over, over, over

Grey love

Hungover Sunday love

Come over, no, stay love

Maybe some day, day love

Grey love

Come over, no, stay love

Hungover Sunday love

Maybe some day, day

Gliding through your marble floors

Risky business cashmere warped

Silence in your innermost

But its all the same thing

Ask me why I'm always high

Roll it 'fore I answer why

You say that it's time I go

Flying forty stories down below

But I'm fiending for your energy

Snap out it when Im sober

You used to be my lovely

But them loving days is over

Over, over, over

Grey love

Hungover Sunday love

Come over, no, stay love

Maybe some day, day love

Grey love

Come over, no, stay love

Hungover Sunday love

Maybe some day, day

(Hey, Hey)

Sad the ___?

(Hey, Hey)

Crave your high and your lows

(Hey, Hey)

Steady, missing out on shit and you can't stand it

(Hey, Hey)

And on and on it goes

Goes

(Hey)

Goes

Living life in the flashback

You backtrack

(Hey, Hey)

Miss the highs and the lows

(Hey, Hey)

Check the weather when your hair did damage

(Hey, Hey)

And its all the same thing

Barricaded in your palisades

Running out of time so you should know

Copped this one way out to Mexico

Cause you compress my soul and call it love

Girl

Girl

Girl