What do you possibly thing you know about love?
Y'know I'm sick and tired of men using love like it's some kind of disease you'd just catch
Love should have brought your ass home last night
What is it?
Yeah
Fuck could I, already told ya
She said one day soon I hope you learn to keep it real
I could not tell you how in the fuck I'm supposed to feel
She said what am I after
I could not tell you
You're a disaster
But I got to be near you
And I don't know if I
Love you or just got love for you
Tell me if it's enough for you
You can pull up
Can you stop by?
I know I say this every time
Can you stop by?
You know I hate it when we fight
Can you stop by?
Can you stop by?
She don't want to go back home to Toronto
I told her you act too concern who I'm lovin' when you're gone
You're not down the strip, doesn't work for me at all
When it's getting late you know who I need to call
And it's like that sometimes baby
Said it's like that sometimes baby
Can you stop by?
I know I say this every time
Can you stop by?
You know I hate it when we fight
Can you stop by?
Can you stop by?
One last minute fight to face
Dreamin' bout that body naked
Two shots girl you'll fuckin' take it
Sin City wasn't made for angels
Faded
Wake up in the morning, strangers
Straight up
Girl you won't tell me and I'd hang up
You take everything serious
You tell me it wasn't me
If you can't get everything, you don't want anything
You lie
Writer(s): Christopher Chrishan Dotson
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