Midnight In Paris Songtext
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Swear to God you like
Brown sugar on sweet honey
Glistening like ocean waves under sun rays
Breezy on this Sunday, brunch we sip mimosas
Like we supposed to
I need a close up
Your frame is right
Your image is high res
Your quality′s high def
It's Kweli and Hi-Tek
Reflects an eternal place
We talking and burning Js
Discussing the universe
There′s so much for her to say Intrigued by your beautiful mind
I'm past breathless
As we head to the store for jazz records
She pulls out Coltrane
She pulls out Fitzgerald
Only unicorns make it to this level
Angelic
Your presence is a gift from the heavens
So I praise you up high if you think the reverend
God bless
Sprouts fresh as Crest toothpaste
Let's jet this place before it gets too late
Ah yes


Swear to God you like
Caramel on a Fuji apple
Killing me softly like that Fugees sample
A true example
Smooth as Camp Lo
You do your dance slow
Usually casual
But never too much like Luther Vandross
Vintage Louis sandals and Chloe frames
Miles Davis on your Pandora mix, no Boney James
Hop a train from Spain to France and view the terrace
Take a trip to Rue de Paris and ride the Ferris
Horse and carriage rides through the cobblestone
Symbolizes you are not alone
As we fly to Rome, hopping time zones
Fly shows
Fitted tuxes
Live poems
On my European like Clive Owen
Jah knowing