Текст T. Mills – Just My Luck

I met a girl last night, had her stuck to my side drunk smokin’ top flight.
We was twistin up the papers too, I rarely drink nowadays but tonight’s for you.
Took her home said she loves my cologne, so she asked for my shirt, she put it on and I take it off.
Skins baby soft.

I’m crafty walk up in the club like it’s Miami.
I’m at it, I had to know if we had common habits.

I’m swift with my actions, and honest with attractions.
Call it how I see them, and I want you on my mattress.
Match this got a whole jar full, Smoking purp, damn
Your funny personality is what makes it work.
And you can spend your whole like tryna find the one,
Or you can come spend the night and we can have some fun.

Slow down,
It’s just my luck again.
She wanna light up in bed yea, she wanna light up in bed yea.
I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it in bed.
She wanna light up in bed yeah.

I’ve got some medical that we can blow.
You could be my nurse, my house is the hospital.
Lock the door, rub me down.
If we were high it’d feel better than it does right now. Better than it does right now.
You see I always break her off proper.
Sex and smokin getting higher than some helicopters.
Keep it low key like a secret shoppers.
I got the best trees, kiss me bitch, love doctor.
So exquisite like that cigarette.
Your sweet too, let me taste your licorice.
Take a break for a minute we ain’t finished yet.

Slow down.
It’s just my luck again.
She wanna light up in bed yea, she wanna light up in bed yea.
I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it in bed.
She wanna light up in bed yeah.

Slow down.
It’s just my luck again.
She wanna light up in bed yea, she wanna light up in bed yea.
I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it, I gotta bring it in bed.
She wanna light up in bed yeah.