Forget about coming home,
man
It's like a bathtub, I haven't had my appetite
It's screwing my head, I guess
Or just find someone like you
Alright,
it's Lily
The reality I remember
And finding out never changed
But if we look directly into them
We could see ourselves another life
I could have a better reality Just trying to find somebody like you
Alright, it's Lily
I'm a straight up American soul No,
you'll never meet my dog
He's bubba approved If I go there again,
man,
I may just explode
Hoping that I don't seduce you If you ask me when I'm happy
Like a southern ass Better rob you just for looking back
Dirty water running over my ass Baby,
alright,
baby
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