Nothing Less Than Paroles

Every time we go around and 'round I feel it
I’m growing tired of all these feelings
I wish you were here to heal it, yeah (Ooh)
And nothing’s going as expected
I want you and nothing less than (Yeah)
Come set me straight, ayy, she said, “On my way” (Yeah)

Yeah, shawty pull up, we can get high as hell (Hahaha)
Yeah, draped up in that YSL (YSL)
Yeah, top me in the Sprinter (In the Sprinter)
Yeah, hundreds in a stack, in the center (Yeah)
Tommy, no Hilfiger (Oh yeah)
Got a Molly, rose on the jeans (On the jeans)
Yeah, my lists don’t mean nothing (Yeah, nothing)
All this Christian, ain’t no cussin' (No cussin', yeah)
Uh, Louis on my fit, in my luggage (Yeah)
Yeah, pull up in that bitch, it's a skunk scent (Yeah)
Yeah, purple on my hearts and my nuggets (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, baby this ain’t hard, this ain’t nothing (Nothing) I hope you hit me up before it’s too late
If I never find your number, I’ll be okay

I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t keep up
I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t keep up, yeah

Every time we go around and 'round I feel it
I’m growing tired of all these feelings
I wish you were here to heal it, yeah (Ooh)
And nothing’s going as expected
I want you and nothing less than (Yeah)
Come set me straight, ayy, she said, “On my way” (Yeah)

Pulled over, you know just what it lead to
Pulled over, you know just what it lead to
Pulled over, you know just what it lead to
Rollin’ up, where we heading to?