(KitschKrieg, KitschKrieg)

We do it on a Tuesday, two bottles of Moët, a bag of Sativa
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league
We do it on a Tuesday, the sky turns purple
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league

Ah, let's eat clouds
You next to me, already longing for your
Make it never end, we are like obsessed
Don't belong together, summer makes us forget it
Black outlines, brown skin, golden chain, in a
One of those tropical nights, in case I
Am just dreaming, make it so I never wake up
Take you to Kotti and delete your number again
Don't think that's all there is
Show me again, again, what you're working with, mhmm
I know this night is the truth
Pull up and come again
I like to link you, come over
Write you a song on your body
Just us two, don't tell anyone
"On The Down Low" - Brian McKnight

You are a pro and not a hoe, everything is so perfect
Between the sheets, listening to ballads, everything set
You don't have to go now, you have my OK, sipping Rosé in bed
You are a pro and not a hoe, everything is so perfect

We do it on a Tuesday, two bottles of Moët, a bag of Sativa
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league
We do it on a Tuesday, the sky turns purple
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league

"Gyal flex," like Cobra
"Time to have," you are like me, a stoner, hmhm
Test the aroma
You remind me of "All My Girls Do Yoga"
The real deal
Give me more of that, give me a lot, a lot
You must know that I, that I feel you, feel you
No game playing, for real real

We do it on a Tuesday, two bottles of Moët, a bag of Sativa
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league
We do it on a Tuesday, the sky turns purple
La, La Dolce Vita, this is a different league

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