Love Songs Fivio Foreign (Ft. Ne-Yo)

[Intro: Luh Kel]
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib every time I miss you
Na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it, won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
She got a different type of (Uh)
She'll make a nigga want to wife her (Yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Niker (Uh)
I'm still on FaceTime with the lifers (I am)
It's iPhones and the feds in the rikers (Uh)
Shawty gon' treat me like she need me, huh (Yeah)
And she met me takin' liquor to the fi-gi, uh (Huh)
I got a girl, she got a man, we movin' sneaky (Uh)
We been drinkin' all night now we gettin' freaky-deaky, uh
And I hate it when she tell me she gon' leave me, uh
Let me eat it again, I'm greedy (Uh)
Fuckin' her in the shower like Mimi, shoot a porno on the phone and hook it up to the TV