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Yeah
You know how it is
Young Bula
Still chasin' what ill never touch
She the type to walk in and kill the whole room
I the type to sit back, drown in perfume
Eyes locked, but she look through me
She don't see the man, just the mood I be
I been in the club too much
Still thinkin' bout her when the bottle clutch
She a dream that don't wake up
I reach for her, but it's fake love
Dancin' with him like I'm not in view
Postin' like she never even knew
All them captions sound like me
But she swear that it's just deja vu
Girl of my dreams, but I still can't touch
Even when I flex, it don't mean much
Even with racks, even with fame
She ain't never movin' through my lane
Penthouse views, but I feel low
DM full, but I still scroll
Her name ain't there, her pic don't show
I still play cool when I see her glow
She don't want a man with time to kill
She want somethin' real, but don't sit still
I could write a song, so my voice goes numb
Still ain't the one she runnin' from
I know she hears me in the ride
Late night when the city slide
She like the way I bleed on beats
But never enough to make her reply
I had her once, maybe in a dream
But every time I wake, it's the same scene
One seat left, but she ain't in it
And I've been driven for too many minutes
Club lights low, I'm back in a haze
Watch her laugh while I sip in phase
She with him, but the look she gave
Felt like hope or just old pain
She don't know I wrote this line
With her voice playin' in my mind
She the chorus I never sing
She the ghost in everything
Yeah
Girl of my dreams But she's still out of reach
Young Bula baby
Still out of reach