New Orleans - The-Dream

How can I love this bitch?

And at the same time scream and fuck this bitch

And at the same time while I fuck this bitch

And at the same time had enough of this bitch

How can I hold this bitch?

And at the same time I don’t know this bitch

And at the same time I would cry over this bitch

And at the same time I would die over this bitch

On Thursday I’ll leave you all alone

On Friday you showing up in my songs

This Saturday we back on the phone

Last Sunday… welcome home

I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feenin)

That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)

I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can’t say shit)

That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)

You know that spaghetti feeling in yo chest

Say I’ll see ya when I see ya

But can’t leave you cause I need you

That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)

That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)

You know, you know

How can I curse this bitch?

And at the same time I lust over this bitch

At the same time while we fuss up in this bitch

And we don’t match but we perfectly fit

How can I trust this bitch?

She’s so mischievous

But it isn’t it obvious?

A nigga stuck like Chuck up in this bitch

But for real

On Thursday I’ll leave you all alone

On Friday you showing up in my songs

By Saturday we back on the phone

It’s Sunday… welcome home

I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feening)

That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)

I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can’t say shit)

That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)

You know that spaghetti feeling in yo chest

Only see you when I see you

But I see ya cause I need ya

That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)

That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)

You know, you know

I wanna let her go and I wanna tell her no

But I don’t wanna be like that, don’t wanna be so bad

Don’t wanna make her mad

All I know, something’s going wrong

Still a nigga trying to hold on hold on hold on hold on

Still can’t say so long

First she fine, now she in my face

Got a nigga feeling okay

Say she love me then that’s where I’ve been

What the fuck you tryna say?

But, whenever I’m on the sides

Like she got me high

'Til she put me down, me down, me down

But you know what I’m talking 'bout

Put that that New Orleans on me (it got me feening)

That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)