These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, cold sweats down the handle, life's a gamble
And she know, love with me is like casino outside of Reno
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a Pino, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O.
Ride from overseas but that's basic
Wasted high on the West Side Highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Think over, Glenfiddich start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain't got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, 'cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss 'til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap 'til somethin' come up
She ain't really wanna club, I ain't really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun 'til the fun run up

On the high way to my place, it's higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin' in love
Just too much

These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, cold sweats down the handle, life's a gamble
And she know, love with me is like casino outside of Reno
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a Pino, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O.
Ride from overseas but that's basic
Wasted high on the West Side Highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

On the high way to my place, it's higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin' in love
Just too much, ohh

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brian John Cole, Brian Joseph Burton, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Rakim Mayers