Rockie Fresh - Paris lyrics

[Hook: Omarion] She be all on my mind and she gone wit it Yeah, make a n***a wanna fall in it In the winter time she be cold wit it Warm up baby I be all in it I be all in it You be calling it And I be on way no stalling it Yeah make a n***a wanna fall in it Yeah,Your body keep calling [Verse 1: Stalley] Speeding in my fast car Reminiscing on the girl that I last saw And how she cut wood like a hacksaw Wax on, wax off, man that a** soft Attached to my fitted But I give that kitten hats off I was jimmy strapped when I fell up in that cat paws All over my body Me I don't ? Had to head downtown ? ? Stretch it like pilate 1-10 Maseratti Burning down the highway Burning on some molly Could this be love or infatuation of the body The fact is that I'm sloppy with my feelings and it's got me Chasing love at 6 in the morning Horny as a dog in heat chasing after pony The streets is lonely It's just me and the stars Me and my thoughts Could it be me and the goddess? Well if I play my cards right Taron cards on the dashboard If they read write and leave me right Back To my queen tonight aight [Hook] [Verse 2: Stalley] 20 minutes from home, she's still on my mind As the sun rise ahead, I hit 95 Eyes heavy from the mari-juan as I stare upon the sunset trying to make it home Heart racing trying to make it calm Love drum beating on my insides Writing his own song Fighting the urge to bust a U turn If I ain't fighting for her than what's the use, huh? I usually leave after I smash em No feelings attached guess that's the past huh? Looking at the exes as i past them I'm so lost but know where I'm going Confused at my motives Lonely or in love Optimistic or I'm hopeless Romantic I'm frantic I wrote this I'm usually heartless it's haunting Her presence is my focus I'm presently out of focus Speeding in my fast car Reminiscing on the girl that I last saw [Hook] [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] To immature n***as who just don't know what they doing They'd be having b**hes but be in the club choosing They think everything's a game and find everything amusing You young I think you should lower your expectations Get high with a n***a and exercise some patience I could work you out, do it in the ways you ain't expect it And everytime you throw it back you know I'm down to catch it You love the way a n***a spend money like it's nothing You Gimme good top when I don't feel like f**ing And sometime you'll be tripping and you push a n***a bu*ton But i can't do them discussions you know a n***a hustling Told you that you're beautiful and now that got you blushing Gushing we can sip slow why we rushing? Ciroc got ? spill ? on my leather And every time you call me then I'm coming there whenever f** wit me [Hook]