Heartgaze - Prada Spring 09 Lyrics

Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Eyes red like your shirt in that sunset, December
I took some classes, I cannot remember
Money bag shawty, I could never tell her
Dripping CDG when I’m strumming on that Fender
And her eyes haunt me
Dilated pupils I see
Got expensive taste, hold my keys
Drip Balenciaga head to knees
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
I am no money man, for these women
I don’t mean shit to you, oh, no
And she got real worries
Type to make me hate myself
Y’all don’t need nobody else
I don’t need nobody else
Kissing on her, she don’t like it
She need someone else, before she fight him
I can feel it coming
‘Cause when she gon’ come down, she gonna fight him
Money bag shawty now you feel me
He say he be hating all of my plaid pants
Stand by my side
Prada 09
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
(Croons in pain)
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray

Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Eyes red like your shirt in that sunset, December
I took some classes, I cannot remember
Money bag shawty, I could never tell her
Dripping CDG when I’m strumming on that Fender
And her eyes haunt me
Dilated pupils I see
Got expensive taste, hold my keys
Drip Balenciaga head to knees
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
I am no money man, for these women
I don’t mean shit to you, oh, no
And she got real worries
Type to make me hate myself
Y’all don’t need nobody else
I don’t need nobody else
Kissing on her, she don’t like it
She need someone else, before she fight him
I can feel it coming
‘Cause when she gon’ come down, she gonna fight him
Money bag shawty now you feel me
He say he be hating all of my plaid pants
Stand by my side
Prada 09
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Side eye on the sunset
Is she real, really fake
Talk to me
What you take? Champagne?
Pass it down
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
(Croons in pain)
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray
Lilac in your ashtray