Abe Flores - Pain Ting

Your scarf, them sweaters - I think often of the day I met her
Don't really think I could ever regret her
I think she's scared she won't find no one better
She say I'm kind; I let her do me how she wanna do
I tell her; lookin' at me like, boom
I sweat her; makin' love like ooh
Askin what you wanna do, no one do it like you
Consider this my parting letter
Eyes blue like my j's, match my brown eyes fine
I pick you up late, happens all the time
Shroomin' to find God, accent it with some lime
Girl you be so bad, swag drips it's a crime
Do you know our fate? You see it, don't lie
We're groovin' today, I'm feelin' alive
Trip had me in awe, you're such a good vibe
Experience we've had, we'll both turn out fine
Your scarf, them sweaters - I think often of the day I met her
Don't really think I could ever regret her
I think she's scared she won't find no one better
She say I'm kind; I let her do me how she wanna do
I tell her; lookin' at me like, boom
I sweat her; makin' love like ooh
Askin what you wanna do, no one do it like you
Consider this my parting letter
Eyes blue like my j's, led me on cloud nine
Hopin' I never forget
We're rollin' you wait, real loud when I grind
Smoke it like a cigarette
Remember old days, remember good times
Though I had nothing to spend
Fixin' my old ways, for now it's goodbye
Know it was bipartisan
Kinda innocent, but it's cute
Ask so many questions, better that than mute
Our evenings, time well spent
I love that you're so open to suggestions
And you're confident, sure of who you are
Lookin' at me like you know one day I'll be a star
And that causes tension, I get cocky with you
Teach me a lesson, like I'm your real boo
Stop stressin', dancin' at the bar
You know salsa and bachata be goin' so hard
Let's go out for a ride, pick me up in your car
Doin' big things girl you goin' so far
Your scarf, them sweaters - I think often of the day I met her
Don't really think I could ever regret her
I think she's scared she won't find no one better
She say I'm kind; I let her do me how she wanna do
I tell her; lookin' at me like, boom
I sweat her; makin' love like ooh
Askin what you wanna do, no one do it like you
Consider this my parting letter

Written by:
Abraham Flores-Arguelles

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