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)