Nancy Wheeler (feat. Jon Storts)

Yeah, that's my babygirl (yeah) Yeah, that's my babygirl (yeah) And I never met another like this (god damn!) You got my heart beatin' fast You look so perfect laying' in the grass Blanket down and you laying' on your back You saying "doesn't that cloud look like a shoe?" I didn't even see it I was staring at you So I'm like "yeah, it sure does" And you smile right back baby, I feel love In my heart, in my chest In my brain, I'm thinking "yes!" "I finally found a wife and I'll never need a next" (ahh!) And now I never get a text It's kinda fucking crazy how a great ride starts to wreck And it's funny how my love life turned into sex 'Cause findin' love is hard but findin' comfort takes a sec And building' feelings up is like a bad hand deck (uh) So can I get a new dealer? All I really want is Nancy Wheeler And a couple bucks that's the real deal sealer Money is the only real way to conceal hurt And pain, I could spend a couple racks then I'll hop on a plane Finish that off gettin' top on a train Switch to the whip cause the speed's insane like Those some new shoes with a brand new dress Got a brand new bitch with some brand new head On some brand new blues takin' brand new meds I'm a brand new dude doin' same ol' shit, yeah You look nice in some Louis Vuitton's Let's take advantage of my brand new tint I'm so done spendin' presidents On a new, new bitch, she tell all her friends I'm So good for her health I ain't playing with ya' girl, somethin' I ain't never felt I'm Too clean with a brand new belt, you an old, old, bitch who needs mental help, you Never think, gotta' ask, never link Prada bag, you be spendin' up the ass, hella green, yeah Two nights in my next arena, shake it fast said she Latina If you want, you can give it to me cause Yeah, that's my babygirl (yeah) Yeah, that's my babygirl (yeah)