Caleborate Riding With Taylor Lyrics
Riding With Taylor by Caleborate
[Verse 1]
It's three girls in the back of a Lambo, all in my dreams
Hard to focus with all this alcohol that she brings
Ring, ring, ring goes my telephone, my pager flexing off my hip
Trying to tell me something, are you about to dip?
There's two of you left, one just left, don't know what's left
Don't know what's next, don't know myself
Don't know no stress
I make control of this happy ending, hold my breath
Ellah, let me hold your chest
Don't wanna hold your breast
I mean, yeah, I kinda do, but
My mind is more focused on what happens with the two us
Lust you know me, and love is my homie
See me paint a picture of me and you together
Loving each other, out of the friendzone
I text my brother, pager bumping off my hip again like "Woah"
You know you said you never give me lip again
You know Jeromy, romy, rome is such a different man
[Hook x2]
It's three girls in the back of a Lambo, all in my dreams
Hard to focus with all of the alcohol that she brings
[Verse 2]
Tie me up in these whips and chains you call love
I'm your hostage, I don't think I told you I was into bondage
I don't think I told you what the fuckin' time it is
I don't think you know how hard it is to rhyme this shit
Now, telling you stories that I have made up
To you, we just cuddle, but to me we just made love
Rubbing your breakfast, flipping your checklist
Dar dup and dapper dandy
Made you lean [?] my way
You like Flatbush, you like Herning
Play ball like saw
We [?] like Vernon, and kept it tighter than virgins
And kept it longer than sermons
Kept it longer than sermons?
Kept it longer than sermons
Caleb in need of some service
Know you in need of something, pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
[Hook x6]
It's three girls in the back of a Lambo, all in my dreams
Hard to focus with all this alcohol that she brings
Ring, ring, ring goes my telephone, my pager flexing off my hip
Trying to tell me something, are you about to dip?
There's two of you left, one just left, don't know what's left
Don't know what's next, don't know myself
Don't know no stress
I make control of this happy ending, hold my breath
Ellah, let me hold your chest
Don't wanna hold your breast
I mean, yeah, I kinda do, but
My mind is more focused on what happens with the two us
Lust you know me, and love is my homie
See me paint a picture of me and you together
Loving each other, out of the friendzone
I text my brother, pager bumping off my hip again like "Woah"
You know you said you never give me lip again
You know Jeromy, romy, rome is such a different man
[Hook x2]
It's three girls in the back of a Lambo, all in my dreams
Hard to focus with all of the alcohol that she brings
[Verse 2]
Tie me up in these whips and chains you call love
I'm your hostage, I don't think I told you I was into bondage
I don't think I told you what the fuckin' time it is
I don't think you know how hard it is to rhyme this shit
Now, telling you stories that I have made up
To you, we just cuddle, but to me we just made love
Rubbing your breakfast, flipping your checklist
Dar dup and dapper dandy
Made you lean [?] my way
You like Flatbush, you like Herning
Play ball like saw
We [?] like Vernon, and kept it tighter than virgins
And kept it longer than sermons
Kept it longer than sermons?
Kept it longer than sermons
Caleb in need of some service
Know you in need of something, pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
In the back of that Lambo, my pager still on my hip
[Hook x6]