Ain't nothing like a love thang
Lately they don't see us in Brooklyn like we the 1 train
Used to check Expedia packages saying "one day"
Now we only book flights one way
Cus I would rather kick it in the backyard watching you sunbathe
The life, where we headed to tonight?
We in the Lyft, traffic gettin me tight
She missing home so f*ck it we gotta go
Mama fired up the stove cuz her baby in the hood like crown fried
About time!
Couple months you might see me at South By
For now we in the city of cold and bumpy roads
It's home like cooked food and a old photo
But now we puttin on a sold out show, I got the glow, yeah
Table fulla soul food, no Whole Foods
Little cousin bumpin to my old tunes
Like nigga I told you that you finna blow soon
Now all of my homies think I be lying when I tell em I know you
It's wild
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Ain't nothing like a love thang
Lately they don't see us in Brooklyn like we the 1 train
Used to check Expedia packages saying "one day"
Now we only book flights one way
Cus I would rather kick it in the backyard watching you sunbathe
The life, where we headed to tonight?
We in the Lyft, traffic gettin me tight
She missing home so f*ck it we gotta go
Mama fired up the stove cuz her baby in the hood like crown fried
About time!
Couple months you might see me at South By
For now we in the city of cold and bumpy roads
It's home like cooked food and a old photo
But now we puttin on a sold out show, I got the glow, yeah
Table fulla soul food, no Whole Foods
Little cousin bumpin to my old tunes
Like nigga I told you that you finna blow soon
Now all of my homies think I be lying when I tell em I know you
It's wild
Lately they don't see us in Brooklyn like we the 1 train
Used to check Expedia packages saying "one day"
Now we only book flights one way
Cus I would rather kick it in the backyard watching you sunbathe
The life, where we headed to tonight?
We in the Lyft, traffic gettin me tight
She missing home so f*ck it we gotta go
Mama fired up the stove cuz her baby in the hood like crown fried
About time!
Couple months you might see me at South By
For now we in the city of cold and bumpy roads
It's home like cooked food and a old photo
But now we puttin on a sold out show, I got the glow, yeah
Table fulla soul food, no Whole Foods
Little cousin bumpin to my old tunes
Like nigga I told you that you finna blow soon
Now all of my homies think I be lying when I tell em I know you
It's wild
Writer: Avery Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.