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Jacob Banks

Prosecco

 

Prosecco

(album: Village - 2018)


You treat me like Obama
I barely know you, you want me to meet your mama
And I know that you've been praying for nirvana
That boy's so cold, I got you feeling like Rihanna

Singing stay, so I'll wait
As we start it again, acting out this cliche
So you bend 'till you'll break
Talking shit 'bout me to your friends

Love is louder than mine
And I'm no good for ya
But I'm still good to ya
And you tuck me into the dead
When I'm no good for ya
'Cause I give it to ya

When I look for cover, we crash into each other
Then you put me under, it's so good
You keep me down into the summer
That prosecco don't got you feeling like Rihanna

Singing stay, so I'll wait
As we start it again, acting out this cliche
So you bend 'till you'll break
'Cause it's easy to pretend

Love is louder than mine
And I'm no good for ya (no good for ya)
But I'm still good to ya (still good to ya)
And you tuck me into the dead
When I'm no good for ya (no good for ya)
'Cause I give it to ya (give it to ya)

You know I'm no good for ya (no good for ya)
You know I'm no good for ya (give it to ya)

I'm not the one you're looking for
Maybe love won't help you stop the war
So say goodbye, I'll always love you
The summer's that we shared is always [?]

You treat me like Obama (yeah, yeah)
You want me to meet your mama
And I know that you've been praying for nirvana
That prosecco don't got you feeling like Rihanna

Love is louder than mine
And I'm no good for ya (no good for ya)
But I'm still good to ya (still good to ya)
And you tuck me into the dead
When I'm no good for ya (no good for ya)
'Cause I give it to ya (give it to ya)

[?]
You know I'm no good for ya
[?]
You know I'm no good for ya
[?]
You know I'm no good for ya
[?]
You know I'm no good for ya

Yeah, yeah
That's great, that's really, to me my brain is...

done

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