American Love - Scotty Sire/Elijah Blake/Myles Parrish

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**ked smoked w**d 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

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

I'm in the function going stupid

I'm just doing my thang

Lil' momma caught my eye with the

Teo 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

Is this love love love in America could

This be love

American love

Love love love in

America could this be love

American love love love love love