Kymbree by Playoff Pelt Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I take her to dinner
I cover the bill
I take her home
And give her the dill
If she leave me it's gon' kill me
She gon' feel me
I wake up because of you
I got a Glock ain't no 22
I got a pistol too
Load up the mag
My bullets and bills be blue
But blue don't look good on you
Don't ever leave me
That's my fear
Drivin' so fast in a Rarri
Can't even steer
If i had a wish
It would be that you were here