Lotta Girls

[Verse 1: Sturla Atlas]

Your here in the morning, soft silky lips
Paranoia smoking, say you really need your space
Girl, you really need your space
But I don't wanna rush it
Fire up the blunt and crush it
I ain't making cash for nothing
We can make everything, girl I just need your space
Your eyes blue haze
I'm fucking out of place, going out everyday
Smoking dope, sushi place

[Hook: Sturla Atlas]

Know a lot of girls
Know a, know a lot of girls
But no one like you, you
Had a lot of girls
Had a, had a lot of girls
But no one like you, you

[Verse 2: Joey Christ]

Girl you know I love you
Do everything for you
I'm good on my own but I'm terrible alone
The club goes up
Them other bitches hating
In the line they be waiting
I know you know whats up, turn up
You know that I get lazy
The herb makes me hazy, blaze it faggit
But them eyes make me smile
Walking down that aisle
Put on that golden crown
101 we hold it down
My love way too real
Million dollar deal

[Hook]