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letra de something squared - american mob

this is for my east coast girls with stars in their eyes
i’m at such a standstill i don’t know which one to pick
when its warm and its dry she might sleep outside
and she wakes up as soon as she’s brushed by the sunrise

so… follow me
she doesn’t think her destiny is written in the constellations
follow me
surprise me, blow away my expectations

this goes out to girls that represent me better
blaring american mob from the windows of their jetta
from a shuffle, nano, never been trouble
own more conditioners than fit inside a duffle
i got love for all of you, you’re cute, yes we know
accessories, cute sungl-sses, that see no evil
wallet in one hand, the other’s got a frappacino
but not starbucks, she tries to stay local
and not living la vida loca she’s living la vida mocha
she married to coffee, call her miss folgers
they give her the usual, same thing she’s always buying
if it doesn’t contain chocolate then why is it worth trying
guess not, just try to connect the dots
after two years i’m still lost, that says a lot
she makes smiling look easy looks good when its breezy
believe me she has taught me that love can’t be bought

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she lacks nothing i’m looking for/ highlight of all women
she read the nutritional facts on the back but won’t let it
influence her descision that’s not how she wants to be livin
how could you argue with that
in the middle of july, hot chocolate
its like whatever is logical she’ll do the opposite
and how lost i get when she explains it doesn’t matter she is over my head
i’m blinded in her presence so i just smile instead
and nod, while she sips her straw
before the ice in her drink has a chance to thaw
she jumps out of her seat awkwardly and spills her foam
like i got it, its time to drive home
she doesn’t leave it locked, we hop in, hip hop begins
it does not seem the driver’s seat spot she has been
back to her block, a crash now is not impossible
cuz music’s more important and the stop signs are optional

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i can’t get that mad no matter who she’s flirtin wit’
the meanest thing i say is sunscreen, heard of it?
spf… hmm… superbly prepared fish
spf whatever, every time, i wish
i wonder if she cares, apparently not
it appears to be in issue even when it isn’t hot
her skin isn’t healing cuz she dresses revealing
and afterwards her back looks like its… appealing
the sun says “watch out, this won’t be temporary”
that’s why she’s got a tan line in the middle of february
how is that possible let me think it over
oh right, she doesn’t go inside from may to october
she’s a lot of fun drunk but she’s even more sober
she exhausts me, after a day together i feel run over
she reps, east coast, east coast
when she’s close i can feel my heart jump to my throat
spontaneous, if there’s a plan she didn’t plan it
and either way her schedule is far from set in granite
she gets panicked when she’s more than five miles from the atlantic
and i’m grateful for whoever let us share the same planet

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- american mob

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