Lila Iké - Romantic

To my baby over the yard
I'm on a romantic call
Leave the IKEA, you can go take the fraud
I don't want the call then
Telling you what then, I say I love you from when
Own style, nothing to borrow from them
Your new style, when you're buying a pamplem
Your phone line, ring, ring, ring, I'll be your gun
Nah ease up, I'll be your pressure, me a stand
And if you don't pick it up, I'll love letter me a send
Your ratings, higher than a mountain
A great things, with the future we chosen
My open, my arms come baby, you're going to