[Bryce Vine:] I want this forever Just you in the grotto Nothin’ but your nights on Keep the fuckin’ lights on Same again tomorrow We don’t need no bottle Purple-colored lipgloss Room at The Saguaro Ain’t nowhere I would rather be Right between your holidays Coffee on the flintstone Jewelry on the ottoman Baby, let me in For I get way too adamant about it Love the way you shiver Dig into my shoulder blades Feel it when you quiver Higher level, elevate You could be the renegade Bonnie to a Clyde Harrelson and Juliet Legends never die The TV hasn’t worked in ages Probably got a shorted cable Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table Is my vision hazy? You look like you’re someone famous
‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry And I want more, yeah And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for ‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry, yeah And I want more (I want more, more) And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for (what I fuck with you for)
[Wale:] Dear Mrs. Barry More than the record Lord, are you married? Do that scare you, is you ready? You doin’ somethin’ to me These rappers I devour You send ’em my direction and it’s Santa Clara Diet I am not afraid of no one You smoke that poison ivy Girl, I whip it, go the distance Then I kiss it ’cause they have it 50 First Dates (uh), hit it then skate (ooh) Get it with a real one, why you always fakin’? I don’t got no patience I don’t got no shame, man I don’t play no games ‘Cause if I like you, I’ma say that Aggressive and I’m playful That’s a perfect balance though I’m from where that Solbiato choppers and New Balance go This is my Landover flow Killin’, had them rollers though I would buy me everything with credit card from MoCO hoes Dear Mrs. Barry No, I mean Halle Tell me now I’m coming cool ’cause Boomerang was poppin’
[Bryce Vine:] ‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry And I want more (and I want more, more) And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for (what I fuck with you for) ‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry, yeah (next Drew Barry) And I want more (I want more, more, more) And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for (what I fuck with you for)
I wanna make Every single moment for you great Fly away to Cairo or L.A Girl, I want it now Don’t wanna waste time, waste time I wanna make Every single moment for you great, yeah Fly away to Cairo or L.A Girl, I want it now Don’t wanna waste time
‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry And I want more, yeah (more more) And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for (what I fuck with you for) You’re the next Drew Barry, yeah And I want more (and I want more, more) And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for