baby come back, any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you.
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me,
I was wrong and I just can’t live without you.
baby come back, any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you.
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me,
I was wrong and I just can’t live without you.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer
in the 'ville and I move like a don, eating fettuccine at vincenzo's me and my 'migos got that free smoke, on the west coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls