Forever ft. BTR Chris Lyrics

Fiji Water

You can't take it back, You already said it

I Can't delete that text, She already read it

I told her this my life, She still don't get it

I feel Kodak now, Cuz I'm a gremlin

She said baby you know we look good together

You might as well just come with me right now this ain't forever

Riding through the city she like the red on the leather

She asked what kinda car we in, the one with the umbrellas

She like my fashion, She like my thoughts

I found a passion, Now I get lost

She keep it classy, I know it costs

I'm Lowkey flashy, Roll like the mob

Now I ain't tripping bout the price you know it's yours

You could get that Louie you don't need no Michael Kors

This the kinda bag you ain't gon let it touch the floor

I just got some money but I think I need some more

And this the type of money when you shop you close the store

An If I hit the scene I ain't gon' go with less than four

(With less than what)

With Less than four, Check the score

She like when we match the Porsche

Say of course, Ball no court

I'm going right to the source

Can't make it up, You know it's true

I gotta problem, You know it's you

Another city, A different view

Baby what the hell did I just get myself into

She said baby you know we look good together

You might as well just come with me right now this ain't forever

Riding through the city she like the red on the leather

She asked what kinda car we in, the one with the umbrellas

She like my fashion, She like my thoughts

I found a passion, Now I get lost

She keep it classy, I know it costs

I'm Lowkey flashy, Roll like the mob

Baby you been tripping on me lately, I can't right my wrongs

So Ima take my pain and put it in these songs

Got me steady going crazy I be blowing your phone

And you ain't nothing like these bitches, I can't leave it and go

Yeah, Okay

We don't know where time will go

And really I ain't stressing it baby cuz I know I can do better all on my own

I ran this shit up, Got this shit right out the pavement

I got bitches on my trill but I swear all these bitches basic

I'm in a three nine two and you know that bitch is racing

I shot with seven six two's, tryin' give a bitch a facelift

Baby you know we look good together

You might as well just come with me right now this ain't forever

Riding through the city she like the red on the leather

She asked what kinda car we in, the one with the umbrellas

She like my fashion, She like my thoughts

I found a passion, Now I get lost

She keep it classy, I know it costs

I'm Lowkey flashy, Roll like the mob