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Scotty Sire - American Love lyrics


Feat : Myles Parrish

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American love.

Face kinda red
I've been drinking
It helps me do a little less thinking
See a pretty girl in this club
Vision's kinda blurry but she got a nice butt
So I walk through the crowd, music too loud
Scared to get shut down so I take a shot down
Ask would you like to dance
She says, you just wanna get in my pants
Wait, no, listen
I'd compliment your personality but I don't know ya
I'm staring at your butt and I'd be lying if I told ya that I wasn't
‘Cause it's honestly, quite possibly, the best I've ever seen
She liked my persistence, despite misogyny
We danced for a little then she came home with me
We f***ed, smoked weed and then we fell asleep
Sweet dreams, wake up, still drunk
Go again, sober up, I'm done, please leave.

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American loveee.

I'm in the .. going stupid, I'm just doing my thing
Lil' momma caught my eye, with the tatt on her face
Yeah, I knew she'd be the one, I could tell right away
We was both going dumb to some ..
Yeah, she put it on my jeans, .. she threw it back
Just a little taller, ima handle that
Yeah, she gave me that look like it's go-time
.. to the crib, I ain't tryna waste no time
Am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?
‘Cause I know we just met, but I sorta, kinda feel like
Maybe we were meant to be
Or maybe I'm just talking up the Hennessey
Ay, ay, either way it's all good, you just let me know
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I put my hands on her waist, and she got real close
She said, listen up .., ima tell you one time
I just want your body on mine.

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American loveee.

.. got .., .., ..
Tryna see if it's real or fake
.. not paying for a ..
So ima hit it .. the back like Drake
.. beef like Pusha
Go and meet me on Wilshere
Rolling up some kind of kush, yeah
All black Rari
Tell your friends I'm sorry
It only fits two bodies.

Wake up in the morning with a killer hangover
But a smile on face thinking 'bout the girl who stayed over
Yeah, she was great, I kinda think I love her
Stayed up late making love but I never got her number
Regret, that's what I'm feeling
Should I ask her to stay, but she said she was leaving
Back to the club, shots to the face
Every night I go there just in case
She shows up with a couple of friends
And she wants me to take her home again
And then I saw her there, plaid skirt, blonde hair
Must have been the weekend, she was really freakin'
Slide to the side of the club she's on
There's a look on her face like something's wrong
Apparently, she's there with her boyfriend Todd
I was a mistake, and she wants me gone.

(You are)
You're like a Friday in Miami (Friday in Miami)
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City (you're so cold, you're so cold)
Is this love, love, love in America? (could it be love in America?)
This feels like love, love, love in America (could this be love?)
American love.

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