Journals of Relief - mike.

She like some good weed and some cheap wine

Just like oh girl we gon' be fine

Cause we ain’t got no place to go, go, go

So baby just let go, go, go

Oh yeah, you’re all that matters to me, yeah, yeah

What’s a king bed without a queen

You’re all that matters to me, yeah, yeah

You make me complete, you’re all that matters babe

Okay, thinkin' 'bout you for the whole day

Sittin' in my room playing Coldplay, hand to God that body holy, oh babe

Alright, I got what you need though, you should come with me though

Only five foot something, but that body fucking mean

So I gotta be nice, and you should hop on this flight

And spend a week out in LA, have the time of your life

Alright, fuck your friends, fuck all them

Fuck all of their feelings too

Talking from the outside, but they ain’t in the building, ooh

You, you, you what I want to do this year

Meet you where you where you are, and take you home just like a souvenir

And the way you work that thing, you should quit your day job

Cause you just dope all the time, I should call you A-Rod

Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no

She’s confident like, oh no, no, no

She’s confident like

And we do this everyday, every time I come around

Now, this is what they say, they like

Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no

He’s confident like, oh no, no, no

He’s confident like

And we do this everyday, every time I come around

Now, this is what they say, they like

And we do this everyday, every time I come around

Now, YAWK!

YAWK!

YAWK!

YAWK!

And we do this everyday, every time I come around

Now, this is what they say, they like

Oh no, no, no, oh no, oh no