Houston Songtext
Houston love, candy paint love
Gold teeth slugs, yeah, I'll never get enough
Of that Houston love, candy paint love
Gold teeth slugs, yeah, I'll never get enough
Glory, glory, yeah
It's so hard to find
The way I remember your girls pulling up
You pour another up
Bumpin' UGK out the speakers in the trunk
Gold teeth slugs, yeah, I'll never get enough
Of that Houston love, candy paint love
Gold teeth slugs, yeah, I'll never get enough
Glory, glory, yeah
It's so hard to find
The way I remember your girls pulling up
You pour another up
Bumpin' UGK out the speakers in the trunk
I need to find some way to be with you
Some way to lie (Some way to lie)
Say I'm not missin' you
I need to find out a way to be with you
Under the Texas sky
I lay with you
Yeah
Said I lay with you, baby
And I know you got someone to love
But I, ooh (But I)
Know he can't fuck you like I can (Woo!)
All the drippin' drops fallin' through my hands (Fallin’ thru my hands)
The way you push up on mе, you gon' make me crash (Yeah)
'Causе I really like the way you feel
Oh, when I'm in it, you make that sound, that sound like
Ooh, oh yeah
I need to find some way to be with you
Some way to lie Say I'm not missin' you
I need to find out a way to be with you
Under the Texas sky
I lay with you
It’s going down late, going down
All around
Six thirty in the mornin’
Cold breeze outside in the mornin’
Bitches still outside
Birds fly high
You know how I'm feelin'
Some way to lie (Some way to lie)
Say I'm not missin' you
I need to find out a way to be with you
Under the Texas sky
I lay with you
Yeah
Said I lay with you, baby
And I know you got someone to love
But I, ooh (But I)
Know he can't fuck you like I can (Woo!)
All the drippin' drops fallin' through my hands (Fallin’ thru my hands)
The way you push up on mе, you gon' make me crash (Yeah)
'Causе I really like the way you feel
Oh, when I'm in it, you make that sound, that sound like
Ooh, oh yeah
I need to find some way to be with you
Some way to lie Say I'm not missin' you
I need to find out a way to be with you
Under the Texas sky
I lay with you
It’s going down late, going down
All around
Six thirty in the mornin’
Cold breeze outside in the mornin’
Bitches still outside
Birds fly high
You know how I'm feelin'
