1942 with a straw in it
You better give me some if awe in it
Car scented like autumn and
All them lookin' like "Who they think they is?"
Me and shorty order vegan ribs
Peek-a-boo
She can keep a secret too
Dan Deacon fan
Scrunchy sock
Fila sneakers
Thrift shop the top
Ta-da! Telfar
Welcome to my bazaar
No need for facades
I'm, intrigued
Calm the breeze from the sea
A thousand leagues
Messed around, left my keys in The Keys
Kiss ya cheek in my GT
Let your cheeks hit the seat
And let that Fleetwood play on repeat
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
She say i'm her shiatsu massage
Shimmy shimmy ya
Wishy wishy washy you was so I uhh
Relaxed her
Asked her aspirations
Activate
Kept up conversations
Captivate
Ain't been but a minute
But it felt like a day
Ain't really my type
But now we typing for days
Can't even explain it but I might just obey
Old school like Bonet
My speed like she Cree
I can't keep a secret
Shit, I might just decree
Recreate Monet's on your navel
We can make a novel ya ma love
Ichabod Crane?
No problem
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
I'm sure that this is exactly what bliss is
When love runs deep as any abyss is
Lyricists always get tongue tied
Anytime they try to define how fine
This miss is
Or wifey
Most likely
Highly more favored than a mistress
But don't get it twisted like french kisses
I love you from long distance
Just as much as when you under my whiskers
Cause only someone close can know my whispers
Holding on to your pictures
Like Rothchilds hold onto riches
And you think smoking dope is addictive
Well, that's cause you aint hit this
This hits harder than car collisions
Speeding on beyond the limit
Your ambience put my heart in an ambulance
Cause it stops ticking when you enter into my vision
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
TiRon & Ayomari - Paramour (feat. Hollis, Blu & Holly) Lyrics
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1942 with a straw in it
You better give me some if awe in it
Car scented like autumn and
All them lookin' like "Who they think they is?"
Me and shorty order vegan ribs
Peek-a-boo
She can keep a secret too
Dan Deacon fan
Scrunchy sock
Fila sneakers
Thrift shop the top
Ta-da! Telfar
Welcome to my bazaar
No need for facades
I'm, intrigued
Calm the breeze from the sea
A thousand leagues
Messed around, left my keys in The Keys
Kiss ya cheek in my GT
Let your cheeks hit the seat
And let that Fleetwood play on repeat
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
She say i'm her shiatsu massage
Shimmy shimmy ya
Wishy wishy washy you was so I uhh
Relaxed her
Asked her aspirations
Activate
Kept up conversations
Captivate
Ain't been but a minute
But it felt like a day
Ain't really my type
But now we typing for days
Can't even explain it but I might just obey
Old school like Bonet
My speed like she Cree
I can't keep a secret
Shit, I might just decree
Recreate Monet's on your navel
We can make a novel ya ma love
Ichabod Crane?
No problem
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
I'm sure that this is exactly what bliss is
When love runs deep as any abyss is
Lyricists always get tongue tied
Anytime they try to define how fine
This miss is
Or wifey
Most likely
Highly more favored than a mistress
But don't get it twisted like french kisses
I love you from long distance
Just as much as when you under my whiskers
Cause only someone close can know my whispers
Holding on to your pictures
Like Rothchilds hold onto riches
And you think smoking dope is addictive
Well, that's cause you aint hit this
This hits harder than car collisions
Speeding on beyond the limit
Your ambience put my heart in an ambulance
Cause it stops ticking when you enter into my vision
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
You better give me some if awe in it
Car scented like autumn and
All them lookin' like "Who they think they is?"
Me and shorty order vegan ribs
Peek-a-boo
She can keep a secret too
Dan Deacon fan
Scrunchy sock
Fila sneakers
Thrift shop the top
Ta-da! Telfar
Welcome to my bazaar
No need for facades
I'm, intrigued
Calm the breeze from the sea
A thousand leagues
Messed around, left my keys in The Keys
Kiss ya cheek in my GT
Let your cheeks hit the seat
And let that Fleetwood play on repeat
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
She say i'm her shiatsu massage
Shimmy shimmy ya
Wishy wishy washy you was so I uhh
Relaxed her
Asked her aspirations
Activate
Kept up conversations
Captivate
Ain't been but a minute
But it felt like a day
Ain't really my type
But now we typing for days
Can't even explain it but I might just obey
Old school like Bonet
My speed like she Cree
I can't keep a secret
Shit, I might just decree
Recreate Monet's on your navel
We can make a novel ya ma love
Ichabod Crane?
No problem
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
I'm sure that this is exactly what bliss is
When love runs deep as any abyss is
Lyricists always get tongue tied
Anytime they try to define how fine
This miss is
Or wifey
Most likely
Highly more favored than a mistress
But don't get it twisted like french kisses
I love you from long distance
Just as much as when you under my whiskers
Cause only someone close can know my whispers
Holding on to your pictures
Like Rothchilds hold onto riches
And you think smoking dope is addictive
Well, that's cause you aint hit this
This hits harder than car collisions
Speeding on beyond the limit
Your ambience put my heart in an ambulance
Cause it stops ticking when you enter into my vision
Now we fallin down the rabbit hole
Crochet, paper mache
Things that we can't say
Place we don't go
When will it end tho?
Writer: TiRon Jeffries, John Barnes III, Hollis Wong-Wear
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: TiRon & Ayomari
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: TiRon Jeffries, John Barnes III, Hollis Wong-Wear