PARADISE Lyrics

So now that I might choose my door So now it just means a lot more

But baby you'll get what you ask for As far as to sneak into a cuarto

And I always wanna look into the glisten That shines off the tip of that iris

The more we deny this, harder is to find it Better luck if I wish that we could again

Just get more of that paradise It get harder the more I try

Just get more of that paradise, oh yeah

Just get more of that paradise It get harder the more I try

Just get more of that paradise, oh yeah

So now that I might choose my door To wrap around me like las hoes

Quiero dejar mi trabajo And know that I can't cheat like me

Even up to Kevin man she asking can he? All you watchin' I'm actin' like I'm Stanley

Manly I grab it sadly hop as the ballet Hop bars and coco in the cafe then hoppin' back in that Camry

Double shot, yeah she suck a lot But it's really not what I meant

What I swear more brain, are you insane? Gripping on my grip tape, twisting shit so it ain't

What I meant, what I meant, what I meant, what I meant

Cute couple, hard struggles Hard brussels for more trouble

I'm geeking in and out of bubbles I'm staying double, pop my bubble

She in trouble, I'm in trouble, we in

So now that I might choose my door So now it just means all out war

Boom baby you'll get a whole mess, oh Cause for us to sneak into cuarto

You're lost when I look into the glisten It shines off the tip of that iris

The more we deny it, the smarter it's to fight it Better luck alive, wish brick

Ooooooo, na na na na na na

Na na na na na na, oooo

Two cans and we packin' up, found ourselves trappin' in the aqueducts today

Feelin' great, wish I bagged my luck, but said, love myself to go actin' up

Elastic buckle, last a long time, like a fuckin' Bacharom is in my blood

I need a tongue, I need a love, I need something else besides my blood

That's why the God left me this life, just a bit too much

Friends light flames, everything you touch Sick of the girl, don't go give that up

Piss on my friends, I'ma share that cut Shawty ride round, I'ma keep that, ay

Chicks got stories, I'ma preach that, ay Some got cuts to the kneecaps, ay

You should never ever blink that, ay So now that I might choose my door

So now it just means all-out war My baby, you'll get a warm hustle

Close four, that's the stick of the quarter You lost when I'm lookin' for a medicine

And it shines off the tip of every eye Still long pointer to your lies