Loqui the Artist - Quarantine and Chill

Call in the quarantine
Sayin' what you need, I'm
There so it seems, you
Wear me on your sleeve, I
Mean its sad thing, I'm
Always on your mind, cause you
Use me all the time, its been
5 years why, its
Killing me inside, I
Can't seem to find my
Way out, stop texting me you sorry cause I know you ain't
Don't do that, that's a sub, I been
Blowing your phone up, you
Denying my love, so I'm
Gone I had enough, wait
Who this calling up, its
Blanca from the south, that
Student that Peruvian she going law route
I tell her come to the U.S. we could do this
Look me in the eyes I can tell that you clueless
Don't know that I'll move to Peru just to prove it
Check my vibe I don't lie that's some true ish
My old girl a Buddhist
I pull up
I pull up and she simply want me touching her
I'm lovin' her
Tell me I ain't done enough
She lovin' when I'm touchin' her she blushin' up
Know that I'm lovin' her
(Done enough)
Tell me I ain't done enough
I'm lovin' her
She tell me I ain't
(Done enough)
She lovin' when I'm
(Touchin' her)
She tell me I ain't done enough, I'm lovin' her
T
I can think of somethin' new each day I think of you
I get loose on a beach day when you grab the goose
Ah ah oh, you my boo I'm, glad you choosing who? Aye
You called from a new day, bubble gum you juicay
I'm a whole vibe, you a monsoon
I'm a low tide baby girl you so fire
Might as well go ghost ride
Cuddlin' we both tide, checkin' on ya cold side
Hol' on
You just get the talkin'
Baby girl you awesome
What you need some Jordans
Pulling out my wallet
She just get the swipin'
I tell her hold on get her friend she can get the Nike
Check up on my psyche
You just be my
(What)
You just be my
(What)
You just be my wifey promise nothin' like me
You just get my
(What)
You just get my
(What)
You just get my hopes up, got you as a posta
I just be lovin' you sumthin' nice
I just be lovin' you sumthin' nice
Bubble gum you juicay, bubble gum you juicay
You spark up a new flame
Bubble gum you juicay, bubble gum you juicay
You spark up a new flame
She just want the sex
She don't wanna have no kids
I be lovin' her, but she said it make no sense
Said she like it rough, buss it open on the fence
Pullin' on her hair, now I got her so convince that
She just be my
(What)
She just be my
(What)
She just be my wifey promise nothin' like me
She just get my
(What)
She just get my
(What)
She just get my hopes up, got you as a posta
(Just be lovin' you sumthing' nice)
(Be lovin' you sumthing' nice)

Written by:
Tim Rowland, Timothy Rowland, Timothy Rowland Jr.

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