Bought her UGG boots for her birthdayThat ain't mean shit she still cheatedTime to our self I guess it's what we both neededI told her I love the chrome hearts with big piecesOr a pennant with your name on it for many reasonsCall dropped, babe I thought we had a good connectionAnd love started to lag, she started lacking affectionI told her get right 'cause I ain't with the disrespectingI'm the Shundor nigga coming from the south boyShe got fresh for the night like the AltoidIt's hollow for the night, yeah she living on the voidBut I'm still the one she avoids
We all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a Jorja
Pure adjustments, lost in the wordsI can wander over yonder, Sonder what you heardWise words from Juice it's a gift and a curseI told her send me merch, at sunrise we smirk II wanna keep loving with youBut you can't see what I see, and that's the issueIf you were in my shoes, you would have trust issuesGot the family in troupes with the vanity tooAnd the love is just loose, and I'm tied in the tangleWait, calm downNow I'm thinking what I really wantCause I never been the one to tauntAnd also 'cause this shit is getting no fun
Deep down inside, I want a JorjaNot one that just says from GeorgiaNice body Apple type call it SmithThe one that'll do my hair when I ask for the twistI'm saying, damn, I want it
You can meet me at the altarGrowing up tough times without a fatherLike why would I give up, 'cause I really want herNever been to LA, but I'm gon charge herI can take you to my chocolate factory Willy WonkaLast year gar in my mouth don dadaFeeling good tonight, play big poppaI won't even stop her uh, the don dada, the Don hustleStressing out, draining out like I'm pulling musclesWe cannot just tumble, the tears go to puddlesWe cannot just crumble, they hear shit they tumbleThey hear shit they tumble, they hear shit
We all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a JorjaWe all want a Jorja
Open book to you, you can have it allOn your book, it was closed stashed away up in the libraryI love you through the storm, always destined on the Halle BerryCan you be mine? Will you marry?Will you double-check, never scaryAnd I love you, and you love meLove to Jorja, I mention a lotLet that nigga fuck up, then I'm taking his spot
Deep down inside, I want a JorjaNot one that just says from GeorgiaNice body Apple type call it SmithThe one that'll do my hair when I ask for the twistI'm saying, damn, I want it
