green eyes bottom feeder

Man, the folks out here, man, the folks out here are really, really, really nice But unfortunately, a dude like me, well, is right outta their mind Hey, Mamacita, it's nice to meet you Your green eyes swallow me down like a bottom feeder Oh, whoa, whoa, now She painted her naked self on my eyes I can barely see Sometimes I question why I can't get over you I can't get over you No, oh, no, oh She tell me how she always busy She can never see me She tell me how she's always busy She can never be with me, with me, with me with me, with me I meet your mother off the gram We hit the city This shit Panama You know I get busy It get busy You know it I do the cha-cha dance on the shore You know it We celebrate my accomplishments with honey, honey, honey Give me sweet, sweet honey I know it's getting better by the summer I know you block me on the gram So, so, so be it I know you need to focus on your options I drown in the ocean for some options I know it's clear enough I'm here I'm still here for you, girl Pointing directly to the sky that's the sun is near I'm always here Cause I know your parents expect more from you Not to be with an artist They think that's a bum way Aight, dumb way Dumb way He's a bum He's an artist If I love you, that's what you asking He can never love you He's just living in lust Can't be Can't love someone that's always on the road No, uh Can't love someone that's always getting exposed Uh, uh Can't love someone that's always getting exposed No, no No, no Hey, Mamacita It's nice to meet you Your green eyes swallow me down like a bottom feeder Oh, whoa, whoa She painted her naked self on my eyes I can barely see Sometimes I question why I can't get over you You, you, you Uh, you I can't get over you No, uh, no, oh