Lyrics:
Paris Match

mind 'Till then I'm biding my time I'm only sad in a natural way And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way The gift you gave is desire The match that started

then I'm biding my time I'm only sad in a natural way And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way The gift you gave is desire The match that started

Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris

it's like that, fuck that nigga, he a clown He don't know what he got, let that bastard suffer I sent you roses, Donna Karen bags from Paris He can't match

me crazy and pretend as I left Us discontent and afraid So what, so I'm crazy? Then send me justice And I'll have Paris in flames Still searching for

by two tropical fish. Bali was extremely hot in the afternoons and the conversations with the prince drifted along randomly from topic to topic. The prince was a bon vivant trained in Paris

ca-call it, call it Whatchamacallit, ca-call it, call it, ca-call it, call it Whatchamacallit VERSE ONE: See the bag, it match the boots, and the boots, they match

She'd drop a thousand dollars at the saloon just to get her hair did He was good at compliments, better in the bunk She laced him with a crib in Paris

he had some success i guess and they were both born on the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight i feel like an arsonist because you are my perfect match