Distant Love Lyrics

We been growing close

I've been fiening for your love

Hope I don't overdose

If I got good news or new updates

You'll be the first to know

You need your time I need my time

Don't take that personal

You need your space I need my space

I call it distant love

Here my ETA i'm on the way

Whenever you hit me up

Lets fuck in the backseat

This bitch bouncing like a Maybach Truck

I'll drive cross state lines just to get to her

D-I-S-T-A-N-T L-O-V-E come and see me

Lets catch it on film

Play it back on the TV

It's getting cold in Atlanta

Where you want to retreat

On that whiskey she be vibing

We on tequiqui tonight we wilding

Only time she drive the boat when we

Hop off the yacht to hit the island

My lil mermaid i'm tryna

Explore your waters like Poseidon

We can fuck on a beach under coconut trees

Where we can see the horizon

I just need a lil space

Why lie about it

I just need a lil' time

I ain't set my Rollie

She just wanna Van Cleef

Four leaf clover

Why you acting distant

When you coming over

We been growing OD close

She say I feel like you go ghost

She said bae your love a drug

I need a double dose

Quality time her love language

She love being round a P

Suppose to been a quickie

Cream all over my Margiela Fleece

I know you ain't India Love but if it go down

Would you let off rounds for me

TLC don't cry me a river baby ain tryna Creep

We been growing close

I've been fiening for your love

Hope I don't overdose

If I got good news or new updates

You'll be the first to know

You need your time I need my time

Don't take that personal

You need your space I need my space

I call it distant love

Here my ETA i'm on the way

Whenever you hit me up

Lets fuck in the backseat

This bitch bouncing like a Maybach Truck

I'll drive cross state lines just to get to her

D-I-S-T-A-N-T L-O-V-E come and see me

Lets catch it on film

Play it back on the TV

It's getting cold in Atlanta

Where you want to retreat

I call it distant love

I'm on the way bae

We can stay in the front or

Hop in the backseat

On Facetime showing me glimpses

Of all your Vicky Secrets

I hear tems in the background

I know you gone wait for me

D-I-S-T-A-N-T

L-O-V-E come and see me

Lets catch it on film

Play it back on the TV

It's getting cold in Atlanta

Where you want to retreat