Lyrics Next Ex - Sueco

Next Ex

Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs then comes sex
Play your cards right, you’ll be my next ex like
Seen a centerfold, she was on the pole
Bank account got low, throwing all my paper
She gets off at three, she said «Come with me»
Guess I’m 'bout to be on my worst behavior
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I’m not trying to get married, I’m just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin
I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs then comes sex
Play your cards right, you’ll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, you’ll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Right when I walk through that door
Slurp me up like escargot
50 gigs all video
Filling up my camera roll
Acrobat cirque de soleil
My dick might break
Belt out when she scream my name like Beyoncé
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I’m not trying to get married, I’m just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin
I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs then comes sex
Play your cards right, you’ll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, you’ll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, you’ll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)