Lyrics Somewhere in Italy - JON MCXRO, Travis Garland

Somewhere in Italy

I-I-I met her, walkin' under a full moon
She was a projector, showing me all her latest views
Ooh an her accent, passion with every line
Ooh and her fashion, accent in her behind
Vacations in Poconos
Gifts, yeah she can open those
What’s it to an eagle when you higher then them other crows
We on a another coast
New-new timezone
New time piece dime piece on the phone
Oh-lay, thats how she comin' through sippin' that ro-se
Off the french very era from Saint Tropez
Real life baby no role play
Lets get into it
Sittin' in first class waitin' for the bell to ring
I’m the only one at least thats what she tellin' me
So I gotta handcuff that ass as a felony
I fell in love in Venice
With a girl from Tuscany
Stole my heart and left it
Somewhere in Italy
Don’t even know her name
If I ever see her again
Ain’t gon let you go
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You could tell she foreign by the way that she speak
Chillin' in Bora Bora we playin' up in the sheets
Gettin' caught up I’m lost in her physique
I’m bossin' on a beach
While ya’ll freezin' and wishin'
I’m out here its 100 degrees on Christmas
Heaven on Earth, see how I’m livin'
I ain’t dead when I say I’m sleeping with fishes
Thoughts run in my head sharks under my bed
We got that killer view it blow your mind gun to ya head
You at a loss of words is it something I said?
Or was it breathtaking standing in front of the ledge
We so high we might need some parachutes
It’s low tide we dont need no pair of shoes
You so fly ain’t no one compared to you
I fell in love in Venice
With a girl from Tuscany
Stole my heart and left it
Somewhere in Italy
Don’t even know her name
If I ever see her again
Ain’t gon let you go
Next stop
Heathrow
Now round up all the pretty girls that we know
Li-line em up, ammo, we shootin' free throws
Post em up, fade away shots, now here we go
At the may fair it ain’t fair
Don’t be worried girl my main chick she ain’t here
Spend a night wake up and shop a day here
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, fuck it 8 pair
Flights very long, tooth brush in a thong
She made it to the PJ with just a carry on
Now carry on
Love is life
I’m loving every moment it doesn’t come twice
But she does
And it’s because
I beat it up
She can’t get enough
I take it out and put it in her
I fell in love in Venice
With a girl from Tuscany
Stole my heart and left it
Somewhere in Italy
Don’t even know her name
If I ever see her again
Ain’t gon let you go