banks, jacob
oh when sangria is pourin' through ya
you remember me like vegas
oh when the haze is faded
and your veins is achin'
you call me like your dealer
say you won't
but you will
it's nostalgic baby
it's the thrill
no no
electric feel
ahh
fool
go on
take your pill
tell me how it feels
baby
when you also ask me
t-minus twenty
i pull up with that riesling
you say this and forever
but i know
that you are a believer
take your pill baby
try again when it's over
we can make it to summer
if we don't fly before