< hook something tells me, we ain't gonna last... baby... we gonna last... baby... we ain't gonna last... maybe... we ain't gonna last... baabbbyy... [×2] verse > now all... within that moment, of, catching eye. was only, (typical) till she, crossed over, both thighs.. (like she meant to fold) my introduction came across, so... critical! left her, straight.. on the edge... something like... a drama show... espradilles! jean mini-skirt! tiny little shirt! she careless... and it hurts! so much... i don't know why it works ??? < hook something tells me, we ain't gonna last... baby... we gonna last... baby... we ain't gonna last... maybe... we ain't gonna last... baabbbyy... [×2] verse > more to mention... she look - better, than the last one? natural hair, and soft skin. smells like, cinnamon. either, you plays it by the rules. or, get played like a fool. she into making moves, and living, like she, do. < hook something tells me, we ain't gonna last... baby... we gonna last... baby... we ain't gonna last... maybe... we ain't gonna last... baabbbyy... [×2]