Down like she supposed to be,
She gets down low for me,
Down like her temperature, ’cause to me she zero degrees,
Shes cold, overfreeze,
I got that girl from overseas,
Now she my miss America,
now can i be her soldier please?
I’m fighting for this girl,
On the battlefield of love,
Don’t it look like baby cupid sendin arrows from above?
Don’t you ever leave the side of me,
Indefinitely, not probably,
and honestly im down like the economy.
i dont want a broken heart; cause i'll lose all the pieces
i'm not the shooter, i'm the bullet bitch
love, live, life, and i'm dead.
