歌词
Damn like a tabloid
She heard about Miami I'm a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I'll be back more
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can't follow you I just get mad more
Why no one told me love gon' make the bag short
Yeah, we used to be photogenic, now the photos different
It's like she got asthma, had to let her breathe a minute
She been duckin' out and fucking a nigga on the side
I just had sex with two girls, at the same time
Yeah my girls got pride, just went wild one time
Smoke one one more time, leave your girl that's life
Yeah I'm Pi'erre Bourne, girl you know I'm fly
If she giving brain like Jean Grey, she's usually mine
Like a tabloid
She heard about Miami I'm a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I'll be back more
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can't follow you I just get mad more
No one told me love gon' make the bag short
God forgive me for my sins, yeah I'm smoking purple like Prince
But she give me common sense, yeah my pockets never thin
Pockets never slim, wait, table turn they spin, wait
On her knees and shins, on her knees and shins
I cut her off again baby you can't deal
Something like lobotomy, she eating my semen
I don't want no kids, yeah my life is like a myth
You wouldn't leave this shit, yeah wouldn't leave this shit
Like a tabloid
She heard about Miami I'm a bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I'll be back more
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can't follow you I just get mad more
No one told me love gon' make the bag short
