Bon Voyage

[Chorus: Girlfriend]
Bon voyage with you
I gotta make it move
Can we catch a flight for two
Tell me that it's right for you, yeah

Bon voyage with you
Maybe we can rendezvous
Wanna get next to you
Open up your schedule, baby

[Verse 1: Girlfriend]
I'm so sick of long distance
Talking through Facetime it's like summin' missing
Tryna fake smile, it's a dumb mission
And kissing you through the phone, it just won't get it

I'm jealous of all the pillows that you're lying next to
I just wanna find out what's the price to get you
Right here next to me, I'm cool with sexting
But it's the second best thing, baby

You know, you know, they might copy
But they ain't you though, you though
Can I just be honest with you?
It's a time change when I go to LA
I ain't got no time to be staying up late for you

But we can get a foreign
Aston Martin, coupes with doors and
Miss you more than words, so I can give you the stars
We can't leave the earth, so we just look up in this car and ah

'Cause you're my baby
And you know you drive me crazy
And I ain't talking no Mercedes
I'll be watching your location

I'm counting down the time 'till I can
Finally get to see your face and
Tell you that I'm glad you made it
So why we're texting when I'd rather just

[Chorus: Girlfriend]
Bon voyage with you
I gotta make it move
Can we catch a flight for two
Tell me that it's right for you, yeah

Bon voyage with you
Maybe we can rendezvous
Wanna get next to you
Open up your schedule, baby

[Verse 2: Thierra Whack]
We should meet up
Chill, kick our feet up
Jump in the back of the whip
Push the seat up
Late nights when I be up
I need you closer
I just bought some new sheets
Babe, can you come over?

We done played long enough
I'm through with the texting
I can show you something
Make you never wanna exit
I can show you something
Make you regret your exes
Wakin' up together now
I can make you breakfast

A sap for your love
When we link it's a vibe
Have you sprung in the spring?
Boy, you need me by your side
Can tell you a trip
I'm looking for a vacay
Come to the crib, boy
You can be my baby

Kids, hmm
Maybe just one
Oh what I would do
To get you under the sun
A flight ain't nothing
I can see you in my future
Time and a place
And I'm comin right to ya