Pi’erre Bourne - Je M'appelle (Thousand Islands) lyrics

Yeah yeah

I would rather be with you
But that's the past
I would rather be with you, but
I watch "Billy & Mandy" while
I smoke this gas (smoke this gas)
I'm in France
(woah, woah) , getting bags (getting bags)
I'm in Paris (woah, woah)
With them racks (with them racks)
Meet the parents, she wanna meet the dad
(she wanna meet the dad)
Call me "daddy" when I hit it from the back
(from the back) look in the mirror, yeah
They see through just like glass

I would rather be with you
But that's the past (that's the past)
It didn't last, on my mind (on my mind)
Get the cash
(get the cash) , on my grind (on my grind)
Can't even waste my time (waste my timе)
That's a fine (that's a fine) you so fine

I can takе your ho

Jump in the pussy and float

Travel the world you never trip

Wanna be on Letterman, but not the jacket

Yeah yeah

I would rather be with you
But that's the past
I would rather be with you, but
I watch "Billy & Mandy" while
I smoke this gas (smoke this gas)
I'm in France
(woah, woah) , getting bags (getting bags)
I'm in Paris (woah, woah)
With them racks (with them racks)
Meet the parents, she wanna meet the dad
(she wanna meet the dad)
Call me "daddy" when I hit it from the back
(from the back) look in the mirror, yeah
They see through just like glass

I would rather be with you
But that's the past (that's the past)
It didn't last, on my mind (on my mind)
Get the cash
(get the cash) , on my grind (on my grind)
Can't even waste my time (waste my time)
That's a fine (that's a fine) you so fine
(you so fine) , still in love (still in love)
Not committing crime, can't get caught up
Yeah, I catch flights, yeah
You catch episodes they record my shows
You at home recording shows
Put some respect on my shit
Like I'm really old, aye
Told her she my type, she said
"yeah, boy, you really bold, " aye
I walk with a lean, italic
They sleeping on me, nostalgic
I'm gifted, read about it
Like a newsstand, all my paper piling
Euros by the thousands yeah, I'm counting
I don't need no stylist
I been dressing, a thousand islands, wait
I can take your hoe, yeah, Juandissimo
Let her drive the boat, aye
Jump in the pussy, I float
Cannonball in the pussy, grab your legs
Goldilocks, you been sleeping in his be-ed
Tour, never trip
Travel the world, you never trip
We got stacks, I got chips
We got guacamole dip
Like a somersault, they flip on me
Like gymnastics, acrobatic yeah, I cannot be
But I ball like the Mavericks
Wanna be on Letterman