The second time around is a charm i guess
Her body language read there's no harm in sex
First night i let her asleep on my arm and chest
Was hoping this time me and her can be friends
But instead, she just wants to lay in bed
To play with my emotions and play with her own head
Like we didn't try and we ain't dead
But she wants to play this game so here we go again
Rewind two years ago and press play again
I tried to be your friend then again we're not friends
Because you wanna get it in and i gave in
We're never gonna be friends again
Again and again we tried one time then tried again
But in the end we both knew we wanted different things
So why the f*ck we even playin' this game of pretend?
When one season ends another one begins
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
VSOP sitting Luke warm, in between the middle
And the index finger pussy on my mind lingers
Young cub hitting a cougar while her kids away in college
Divorced twice, mad paper so I don't mind the mileage
She keep it silent I can dig that, cuz I put it where her ribs at
Then dropped her back off in the AMG E-class
She thinks I'm half Cuban and French 'cause I sip Moet
And smoke cigars to make an international stench
We get vexed together smoking something purple at times
The age difference got me feeling like Steve Urkel with a nigga
All geeky and shy cuz no one knows about us
She tells true lies to all the people that surround us
Plus her fam Italian, traditional appearance
So best believe my brown skin won't give me clearance
The conclusion of my Italian stallion, we parted ways equally
But still mind f*ck each other frequently (Huh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh, yea)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
You and me, got something that is free (Uh)
You and me, got something that ain't cheap
'Cause what you give me is goin' cost
And I ain't trying to take no loss
Just reminiscing 'bout the past
Looking back when we crossed paths
Gotta hit the gas
Hit the gas
Gotta hit the gas
Just hit the gas
(Mm, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
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The second time around is a charm i guess
Her body language read there's no harm in sex
First night i let her asleep on my arm and chest
Was hoping this time me and her can be friends
But instead, she just wants to lay in bed
To play with my emotions and play with her own head
Like we didn't try and we ain't dead
But she wants to play this game so here we go again
Rewind two years ago and press play again
I tried to be your friend then again we're not friends
Because you wanna get it in and i gave in
We're never gonna be friends again
Again and again we tried one time then tried again
But in the end we both knew we wanted different things
So why the f*ck we even playin' this game of pretend?
When one season ends another one begins
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
VSOP sitting Luke warm, in between the middle
And the index finger pussy on my mind lingers
Young cub hitting a cougar while her kids away in college
Divorced twice, mad paper so I don't mind the mileage
She keep it silent I can dig that, cuz I put it where her ribs at
Then dropped her back off in the AMG E-class
She thinks I'm half Cuban and French 'cause I sip Moet
And smoke cigars to make an international stench
We get vexed together smoking something purple at times
The age difference got me feeling like Steve Urkel with a nigga
All geeky and shy cuz no one knows about us
She tells true lies to all the people that surround us
Plus her fam Italian, traditional appearance
So best believe my brown skin won't give me clearance
The conclusion of my Italian stallion, we parted ways equally
But still mind f*ck each other frequently (Huh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh, yea)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
You and me, got something that is free (Uh)
You and me, got something that ain't cheap
'Cause what you give me is goin' cost
And I ain't trying to take no loss
Just reminiscing 'bout the past
Looking back when we crossed paths
Gotta hit the gas
Hit the gas
Gotta hit the gas
Just hit the gas
(Mm, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
Her body language read there's no harm in sex
First night i let her asleep on my arm and chest
Was hoping this time me and her can be friends
But instead, she just wants to lay in bed
To play with my emotions and play with her own head
Like we didn't try and we ain't dead
But she wants to play this game so here we go again
Rewind two years ago and press play again
I tried to be your friend then again we're not friends
Because you wanna get it in and i gave in
We're never gonna be friends again
Again and again we tried one time then tried again
But in the end we both knew we wanted different things
So why the f*ck we even playin' this game of pretend?
When one season ends another one begins
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
VSOP sitting Luke warm, in between the middle
And the index finger pussy on my mind lingers
Young cub hitting a cougar while her kids away in college
Divorced twice, mad paper so I don't mind the mileage
She keep it silent I can dig that, cuz I put it where her ribs at
Then dropped her back off in the AMG E-class
She thinks I'm half Cuban and French 'cause I sip Moet
And smoke cigars to make an international stench
We get vexed together smoking something purple at times
The age difference got me feeling like Steve Urkel with a nigga
All geeky and shy cuz no one knows about us
She tells true lies to all the people that surround us
Plus her fam Italian, traditional appearance
So best believe my brown skin won't give me clearance
The conclusion of my Italian stallion, we parted ways equally
But still mind f*ck each other frequently (Huh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh, yea)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
You and me, got something that is free (Uh)
You and me, got something that ain't cheap
'Cause what you give me is goin' cost
And I ain't trying to take no loss
Just reminiscing 'bout the past
Looking back when we crossed paths
Gotta hit the gas
Hit the gas
Gotta hit the gas
Just hit the gas
(Mm, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Uh)
Let me tell you 'bout this Indian Summer
(Uh, uh)
Indian Summer
(Oh, no no no)
Writer: Francisco Jerez, Ivan Arroyo
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