When your heart hurts
Sometimes you gotta leave go
Out the country with a wad of cash
And no plans
Don't let nobody hold you back
Why's it gotta be this complicated?
Déjà vu, duplicate debates and shit
Like are you for real, still on that?
I guess I live for the now and the future
You still pissed about some old ass picture
So immature, I smell manure
I got a green thumb but no connoisseur
Of flaming garbage, the stuff that ruins
Long lasting relationships
You're acting alien, distant
Spaceship, gone
I'm always calm, reserved
And warm, kind, and nice
Why you want to play me like
I don't know you and yours, and
Why you so noisy and up in mine
Fine, no explanation is usually the situation
A bunch of frustration, left me pacing
And pacing, and pacing, I'm not sitting
I'm thinking leaving non-complacent
I'm thinking airplane
Vacay, falacio in Croatia shores
Benz van tours, through Italy's north forest
Red hair, freckled porcelain, face no pores
I mean smooth, we move around
Cobbled stone downtown Ljubljana
Sit down no umbrella, hella sun now
She have enough speckles on her shoulders
She damn near turn brown
Face-to-face, we know, eye to eye
Below the nose, two cappuccinos half price
I hate to say goodbye, sorrow, and pain tomorrow
But, I gotta go home, I gotta catch that train, to Rome
I don't want to go, but for now, its me and her
Six feet, of white chocolate, petite feet and curly hair
So rare there, Playboy model billboards everywhere
She on them, pinch me, am I dead
Is this really happening?
Luxury ancient condo, impatient baller Rajon Rondo
On the floor, she rode me Tonto, pronto
Come twice, Slovenians, are so damn nice
Partied all night, Serbians, Albanians
And Germans, verbally fight
Linguistic genius of course
Argument over, hit the dance floor