Sticky Bandit - PARADISE

So now that I might choose my door So now it just means a lot more
But baby you'll get what you ask for As far as to sneak into a cuarto
And I always wanna look into the glisten That shines off the tip of that iris
The more we deny this, harder is to find it Better luck if I wish that we could again

Just get more of that paradise It get harder the more I try
Just get more of that paradise, oh yeah
Just get more of that paradise It get harder the more I try
Just get more of that paradise, oh yeah

So now that I might choose my door To wrap around me like las hoes
Quiero dejar mi trabajo And know that I can't cheat like me
Even up to Kevin man she asking can he? All you watchin' I'm actin' like I'm Stanley
Manly I grab it sadly hop as the ballet Hop bars and coco in the cafe then hoppin' back in that Camry

Double shot, yeah she suck a lot But it's really not what I meant
What I swear more brain, are you insane? Gripping on my grip tape, twisting shit so it ain't
What I meant, what I meant, what I meant, what I meant
Cute couple, hard struggles Hard brussels for more trouble

I'm geeking in and out of bubbles I'm staying double, pop my bubble
She in trouble, I'm in trouble, we in
So now that I might choose my door So now it just means all out war
Boom baby you'll get a whole mess, oh Cause for us to sneak into cuarto

You're lost when I look into the glisten It shines off the tip of that iris
The more we deny it, the smarter it's to fight it Better luck alive, wish brick
Ooooooo, na na na na na na
Na na na na na na, oooo

Two cans and we packin' up, found ourselves trappin' in the aqueducts today
Feelin' great, wish I bagged my luck, but said, love myself to go actin' up
Elastic buckle, last a long time, like a fuckin' Bacharom is in my blood
I need a tongue, I need a love, I need something else besides my blood

That's why the God left me this life, just a bit too much
Friends light flames, everything you touch Sick of the girl, don't go give that up
Piss on my friends, I'ma share that cut Shawty ride round, I'ma keep that, ay
Chicks got stories, I'ma preach that, ay Some got cuts to the kneecaps, ay

You should never ever blink that, ay So now that I might choose my door
So now it just means all-out war My baby, you'll get a warm hustle
Close four, that's the stick of the quarter You lost when I'm lookin' for a medicine
And it shines off the tip of every eye Still long pointer to your lies

Written by:
Andrew Lezama

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