Slyrex - Kame House Lyrics

Caught in your affection
Praise God for your invention
But you think you can read me
And you say I'm pretentious
But you only act like that when you're sick of the party
When they yelling "Go Gina" and you're sick of Martin
You're sick of Martin
I know you feel some type of way
I know you feel some type of way
I know you feel some type of way
I know you feel some type of way
Getting money on the mental
Gang signs out the window
Make her hit that crescendo
Got a whiff, can I get more?
On go when it's party time
I loved you for part the time
You loved me to pass the time
That's all in the past this time
Do you even gotta ask this time?
Do I even gotta ask this time?
Girl you're mine
Let's take a drive in the rental and live our lives
Funny I am but I feel that I tell my truth
Let's make a move
I'll make the move
Let's break some rules