Lyrics Packy – Balcony
Text:
When I headed from the East Coast
She stayed in Florida blowing weed smoke, yeah
Conversation over sunrise
She sees no ocean in these blue eyes, yeah
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
Having life moments
With a girl I’ll never see again
Old girl blowing up my inbox
Had me again, 3 am
I’m at the tele’ with it
I don’t even gotta say a word, I can tell she with it
She assume I just do this shit with hella women
I don’t ever show my cards, dawg
Keep the window hella tinted (hella tinted)
But she be telling me things
She loving what my energy brings
All the way up on this
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
She only knew me on that balcony
Wonder what her life like
Prolly had it back home
Caught up in the nightlife
Deep down, girl, she know the deal
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
She only knew me on that balcony
That liquor got me moving
Slow the night, deja vu-ing
Every city, then I catch another flight (Back to the mitt)
She don’t know nobody like me, no
Sometimes I wish I could see what they see, though
I don’t get it still
I be having nights like this and I don’t get a thrill
I don’t ever put no easy women on the pedestal
They ain’t never real
S.M.H
Check the thirst
They don’t ever chill
When will them girls learn?
Same girls always got their hands out
What do them girls earn?
I got it going on
I cannot jeopardize the kingdom
For no overly aggressive pawn
I get my chess-ing on
Everything I’ve been through
I learn a lesson on
Mind going everywhere but this
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
I only knew her on that balcony
How I always do it right
But I do ’em wrong
She wanna know why I never open up
‘Less it’s in a song
Premonition girl
Knew it’d be like this all along
Way before this
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
Balcony
Balcony, balcony
I knew her way before this balcony
When I headed from the East Coast
She stayed in Florida blowing weed smoke, yeah
Conversation over sunrise
She sees no ocean in these blue eyes, yeah
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
What am I doing, yeah
