Damage (feat. Julius) - Wes Walker & Dyl

I know that I'm the one that you miss Even though I'm not the one that you kiss Reminisce, reminisce, reminisce Status present with my senses dismissed You gave me all these memories But now you're just a memory Everything you do is addicting as fuck So everything I do is I miss you as fuck And everything you do is so distant as fuck So everything I do is just resist you and fuck But not everything that pass me Matter of fact, I just let one pass me 'Cause I was daydreaming of you so nasty Guess that's why they call me Papi Gnashty Don't you get it, don't you get it? I'll meet you in my daydreams if you with it Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Nowadays I want to see you in my daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh, daydreams Oh-oh-oh

Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds Sipping on Ciroc, trip em up with the words I just popped a molly and I think this be my third Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds I just flipped a birdy, Money so dirty Got my bitch a mink, furry like Furby Came up made a milly, spent it on a rollie Stackin gouda, feta, chedda cheese 'n' ravioli Or maybe fettuccine, dirty martini Imma fuck yo bitch, call me Houdini Drivin' Lamborghini, yo ho in a bikini Eight bottles to the neck, three wishes from a genie Benjamin ain't dirty, but these Franklins be filthy Always going to court but im never pleadin' guilty Ballin' so hard I only be slam dunkin' Beat steady rockin' and the trunk straight thumpin' I be ridin' foreign pourin' merlot while I swerve Pedal to the medal when im whippin' round the curve Rollin up this marijuana you can smell the herb And I be getting all this lettuce and I ain't talkin' iceberg Jordan Belfort, Burberry shirt LV loafers on my sofa in Bel-Air Turnin' up daily cuz we can't turn down at work I been lightin' loud lately Like my volume switch don't work And my cologne is Versace, Medusa got me stoned I'm always high on something But I usually like to smoke We been long time friends, me and Ben Frank Every fucking day he needs a ride home from the bank Muhfucka you dont know me you ain't in my tax section My wallet ain't fat it's in the gym straight flexing I don't call your bitch back and shes checkin' her reception Bitch with double D's she's all up on my erection And I'm in the ovaries but I ain't about affection So easily the sober me just smokes and then forgets them Sometimes this life seems a little stressful Especially when they tell me that I am something special