Roses and Dirtbikes

Glad photos in the fine life, Can I get with you
What it sound like?
Baby I was with you, in a weird dream, it was life like
Baby come up to me I don’t want it if its finite
Its a clean tissue, throw the roses for the dirtbikes
Hunned on the shoes now, fuck around girl and get iced out
Space jams on my feet now, imma moonwalk, imma goon out
You don’t know Whitney, then you don’t feel like, it’s a nite out
Baby have a fine night, have a movie, make it lights out

(Ben Jamin) Imma take you out, for a month long drive and we looking at the roses pass
To my friends house, I said baby why you running and your heels kicking up the grass
In your bedroom, with all your fake friends talking bout how we never last
Now everyday my birthday, I ain’t ever really felt this way but i ain’t ever looking back

I wanna be with you right now
Wanna be with you right now
Times five times two right now, five times two right now
I wish that I could add on minutes
Looking back in years like we did it
I could see it in the air it is written
Baby girl we never gon be finished like

Glad photos in the fine life, Can I get with you
What it sound like?
Baby I was with you, in a weird dream, it was life like
Baby come up to me I don’t want it if its finite
Its a clean tissue, throw the roses for the dirtbikes