[Chorus: Prabh Sharan]
Tell me what you desire, all of my shoes designer
Hop in the coupe decide, popping the blue besides
Ignorance suits you my love, all of my friends behind us
What happened to you besides us, don’t fuck with the truth, Poseidon
[Post-Chorus]
We should run away through the back streets
I could cut away all my vices girl
I don’t really need advices
I just need a little visine
Cause my mama don’t like
Whenever I’m fried, up in the tides shit
Call it a night
We should call when you likе
[Verse 1: Johnny Kulo]
I'd rather not tell you what's wrong
No way
Cause you probably couldn't carе any less (No)
I ain't tryna blame you
I'm saying, I'm used to being always on the right side
Can't even see that you're playing with a bona fide
I stay true, I stay true
O-oh
You're asking me these questions
But I know you don't fuck with the truth
Even though the truth is
I can swerve on all them other girls
They keep blowing up my phone
But you better believe that I
I keep my focus on you
[Chorus: Prabh Sharan]
Tell me what you desire, all of my shoes designer
Hop in the coupe decide, popping the blue besides
Ignorance suits you my love, all of my friends behind us
What happened to you besides us, don’t fuck with the truth, Poseidon
[Verse 2: Prabh Sharan]
Baby, you're welcome aboard
I ain't got nothin' to prove
Just for the record, you know
Dream for I'll never let go
Sneakers and peepers for sure
Chardonnay, pardon me, bitch
No shortage of sippin' in gold
Quit lurkin' through curtains and doors
[Verse 3: Johnny Kulo]
Okay, I know that you're conflicted
I know I stepped the line but I've learned to keep my distance
I can't deny
You can call me Icarus
I be flyin' way close to the sun like a sycophant
I told you she's irrelevant
Baby I'm still just the same
[Chorus: Prabh Sharan]
Tell me what you desire, all of my shoes designer
Hop in the coupe decide, popping the blue besides
Ignorance suits you my love, all of my friends behind us
What happened to you besides us, don’t fuck with the truth, Poseidon
[Post-Chorus]
We should run away through the back streets
I could cut away all my vices girl
I don’t really need advices
I just need a little visine
Cause my mama don’t like
Whenever I’m fried, up in the tides shit
Call it a night
We should call when you like