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You're like a Friday in Miami I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City Is this love, love, love in America? This feels like love, love, love in America American love Face kinda red I've been drinking It helps me do a little less thinking See a pretty girl in this club Vision's kinda blurry but she got a nice butt So I walk through the crowd, music too loud Scared to get shut down so I take a shot down Ask would you like to dance She says, you just wanna get in my pants Wait, no, listen I'd compliment your personality but I don't know ya I'm staring at your butt and I'd be lying if I told ya that I wasn't 'Cause it's honestly, quite possibly, the best I've ever seen She liked my persistence, despite misogyny We danced for a little then she came home with me We f***ed, smoked weed and then we fell asleep Sweet dreams, wake up, still drunk Go again, sober up, I'm done, please leave You're like a Friday in Miami SongtexteI'm so LA, you're colder than New York City Is this love, love, love in America? This feels like love, love, love in America American love I'm in the function going stupid, I'm just doing my thang Lil' momma caught my eye, with the tat on her face Ay, I knew she'd be the one, I could tell right away We was both going dumb to some HBK Then she put it on my jeans, yeah, she threw it back Just a little taller, ima handle that Yeah, she gave me that look like it's go-time We to the crib, I ain't tryna waste no time Am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real? 'Cause I know we just met, but I sorta, kinda feel like Maybe we were meant to be Or maybe I'm just talking up the Hennessey Ay, ay, either way it's all good, you just let me know I put my hands on her waist, and she got real close She said, listen up good, ima tell you one time I just want your body on mine You're like a Friday in Miami I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City Is this love, love, love in America? This feels like love, love, love in America American love Shorty got cake, cake, cake Tryna see if it's real or fake See I done paid for five or six drinks So ima hit it back to back like Drake Bring the beef like Pusha Go and meet me on Wilshire Rolling up some Cali kush, yeah All black Rari Tell your friends I'm sorry It only fits two bodies Wake up in the morning with a killer hangover But a smile on my face thinking 'bout the girl who stayed over Yeah, she was great, I kinda think I love her Stayed up late making love but I never got her number Regret, that's what I'm feeling Shoulda asked her to stay, but she said she was leaving Back to the club, shots to the face Every night I go there just in case She shows up with a couple of friends And she wants me to take her home again And then I saw her there, plaid skirt, blonde hair Must have been the weekend, she was really freakin' Slide to the side of the club she's on There's a look on her face like something's wrong Apparently, she's there with her boyfriend Todd I was a mistake, and she wants me gone (You are) You're like a Friday in Miami (Friday in Miami) I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City (you're so cold, you're so cold) Is this love, love, love in America? (could it be love in America?) This feels like love, love, love in America (could this be love?) American love Aus Songtexte Mania