paper, scissors, rock
brown, chris
baby girl i think we need to sit and talk
blowing up my heart then stick a pen and pop pop pop
don't know what you got got got
really try to love you but its getting hard
i'm the only one like me on the planet
it don't take rocket science to understand it
girl am i the one you playing?
rock my heart and throw it all away
rock my heart and throw it all away
well i can take you back to the spot you was bought bought bought
maybe you can think about the shit and stop
climb up on this boat and show me how you drop
really try to love you but its getting hard
did you knock a couple screws loose?
i got bitches jumping for me like a bouquet by the beaucoup
and you gave me heads and tails
i know our shits not perfect
we connected in our space where our love's written in cursive
put that rock up on your finger