Lyrics: Sebastian Weal
Music: Sebastian Weal
Livin' la vida loca
I'm a smoker
I got doja on me
She got a body shape like Cola
She is livin' la vida loca
In a city with her friends
I think you stupid bat
I need to see you again
One more time
See you one more time before I take this flight
One more time, she like "where you at?"
I'll pull up late tonight
It's my last night at least, turn on
Last night at least, my song
Last night in your city
So let's make it come before it's done
I hate you, then love you one more time(Uh-huh)
These days, I want some other shit
You call, I don't respond
Hey, if I take me one more beer, I might lose my mind
But-but one from my beeper told me flight ain't gon' time(huh)
But I get what I want
OK, I get what I want
Your Givenchy I want it, and you what I want
You say no, now I wanna
S-so guess what? I got
I'm backstage with my rookie, let's smoke it down to the roaches
I just then push it with my bro, so not to the party with some patrol
I'm so far from my home, but since I am trying to go home
I ain't playing ball bro, in the set, he was dunking on your boy's don'ts
But-but-but I felt in the summertime
That-that I really missed the bros
Livin' la vida loca
I'm a smoker
I got doja on me
She got a body shape like Cola
She is livin' la vida loca
In a city with her friends
I think you stupid bat
I need to see you again
One more time
See you one more time before I take this flight
One more time, she like "where you at?"
I'll pull up late tonight
It's my last night at least, turn on
Last night at least, my song
Last night in your city
So let's make it come before it's done