Verse 1 :
Ain't smoked a blunt but Quas got some
Ain't popped the xans but the homie want some
All these girls with the long shirts and the Air Force 1's
I just be like "Good Lord!"
That ain't what's important
Got no time to hit
When really in my heart
Is this lil chick from Dallas
She be way too silent
Cause her past relationships
Have been extra violent
So she pushing away
Ain't seen of what's great
Ahead of us, no need to rush
I'll be here with the hat corduroy
While she busy falling for, New York City boys
She probably got tired of the same old Cowboys eh
Hook :
Let's get lost in Dallas then
Fly our way to Paris and
f** all the comparisons
Girl you're so heaven sent
Arcades and museums
Long dates with old school vans
Maybe we can leave the plans
Sleep together with pink xans
Bridge :
Living three hours away
I wouldn't mind a date
Every single day
Stuck up in fantasy
Who new a G could fall for a girl he never met
Expressing feelings is what makes a G ascend
Outro :
Living three hours away
I wouldn't mind a date
Every single day
Stuck up in fantasy