Texty písní Eric Bellinger

Eric Bellinger

Drive By

This gon' be your shit I know

It's like I can't do no wrong I know

You gon' put this on repeat I know

This gon' be your favorite song I know

Even when you not here you get all of my time

Sweeter than a number 9 with a large sunrise

Every nigga in your past hit 'em with the crossfire

Now I'm shooting to your crib like it was a drive by

I can't get you off of my—out of my mind

I'm saying stop playing, girl, you out of line

Couldn't erase these feelings even if I tried

You stay on my mind

Thinking about you

Thinking about you

You stay on my mind

In the morning

Thinking about you, thinking about you

Late at night

Thinking about you, thinking about you

On the job

Thinking about you, thinking about you

Baby, you stay on my mind

Love the way you do your thing. We could build an empire

Paparazzi on our head. Cover of the Enquirer

Said you could tell I miss you, girl, you preaching to the choir

Know them bitches finna hate all you do is inspire

I can't get you off of my—out of my mind

I'm saying stop playing, girl, you out of line

Couldn't erase these feelings even if I tried

You stay on my mind

Thinking about you

Thinking about you

You stay on my mind

In the morning

Thinking about you, thinking about you

Late at night

Thinking about you, thinking about you

On the job

Thinking about you, thinking about you

Baby, you stay on my mind