Lyrics Galore - Halo

Galore

I feel like Maradona in '86
I’ll score, the drama you’re making miss
What for?
All the craziness that comes out the lady’s lips
Galore, galore, galore
Get up, get out and get better baby
Get up, get out and get better baby
Get up, get out and get better baby
Soon as I trip in the door
Bell Biv DeVoe
Big butt and a smile like whoa
Whoa, wait, why am I trippin' though?
My lust conditional, strictly visual
Whoa, wait, where did you wind up
Whippin' out your wounds from my curveball windups
Up, up, up and away
Butterflies a play where the people just parlay
Lay, lay, lay it down ludicrous clown
Pounds of baggage you be carrying around
Round, round, we go again
No sight of an end
And that’s frightening friend, for real
Gorgeous face, gruesome grins
I try to cleanse with water but the Gremlins win
When, when, when you wanna weather the storm
Cause turbulent winds are forever the norm
Her teardrops watered the lawn
As I pushed this paradox we just paddle along
A long way we gotta go
Started with a trip now it’s domino
A long way we gotta go
Started with a trick now we trickin' ourselves crazy
Bae, bae, baby I’ll take a bullet for ya
Even if I gotta pull it for ya
Bae, bae, baby I’ll take a bullet for ya
Even if I gotta pull it for ya
Baby I’ll take a bullet for ya
Uh huh, even if I gotta pull it for ya
I’ll take a bullet for ya
Go ‘head and aim