West Side Highway

These days of preference has no complexion

You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin

Just light the candle

Cold sweats down the handle, life's a gamble

And she know, love with me is

Like a C-note, outside of Reno

A couple white lies, a cup of white wine

A Pinot, Italian Grigio

House keys to P.O

Ride from overseas but that's basic

Wasted, high on the West Side Highway

Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover

Shame on her, make up or get a makeover

Think over, Glenfiddich start to takeover

When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain't got a thing on her

Audemars, season order like summer fall

I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball

New Dior from the boutique store

Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all

Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly

More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie

Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside

Suicides? No sir, hoes get the Uber ride

Or we can kiss 'til the sun come up

Or, sit on my lap 'til somethin' come up

She ain't really wanna club, I don't really wanna judge

Girl just wanna have fun 'til the fun run up

On the high way to my place

It's higher than you ever been

By to my way, be all day

Me, you and all your friends

In love, fuckin'

In love, just too much