Lyrics of 'American Love (feat. Elijah Blake & Myles Parrish)' by Scotty Sire

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American love

Face kinda red
I've been drinking
It helps me do a little less thinking
See a pretty girl in this club
Vision's kinda blurry but she got a nice butt
So I walk through the crowd, music too loud
Scared to get shut down so I take a shot down
Ask would you like to dance
She says, you just wanna get in my pants
Wait, no, listen
I'd compliment your personality but I don't know ya
I'm staring at your butt and I'd be lying if I told ya that I wasn't
'Cause it's honestly, quite possibly, the best I've ever seen
She liked my persistence, despite misogyny
We danced for a little then she came home with me
We fucked, smoked weed and then we fell asleep
Sweet dreams, wake up, still drunk
Go again, sober up, I'm done, please leave

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American love

I'm in the function going stupid, I'm just doing my thang
Lil' momma caught my eye, with the tat on her face
Ay, I knew she'd be the one, I could tell right away
We was both going dumb to some HBK
Then she put it on my jeans, yeah, she threw it back
Just a little taller, ima handle that
Yeah, she gave me that look like it's go-time
We to the crib, I ain't tryna waste no time
Am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?
'Cause I know we just met, but I sorta, kinda feel like
Maybe we were meant to be
Or maybe I'm just talking up the Hennessey
Ay, ay, either way it's all good, you just let me know
I put my hands on her waist, and she got real close
She said, listen up good, ima tell you one time
I just want your body on mine

You're like a Friday in Miami
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City
Is this love, love, love in America?
This feels like love, love, love in America
American love

Shorty got cake, cake, cake
Tryna see if it's real or fake
See I done paid for five or six drinks
So ima hit it back to back like Drake
Bring the beef like Pusha
Go and meet me on Wilshire
Rolling up some Cali kush, yeah
All black Rari
Tell your friends I'm sorry
It only fits two bodies

Wake up in the morning with a killer hangover
But a smile on my face thinking 'bout the girl who stayed over
Yeah, she was great, I kinda think I love her
Stayed up late making love but I never got her number
Regret, that's what I'm feeling
Shoulda asked her to stay, but she said she was leaving
Back to the club, shots to the face
Every night I go there just in case
She shows up with a couple of friends
And she wants me to take her home again
And then I saw her there, plaid skirt, blonde hair
Must have been the weekend, she was really freakin'
Slide to the side of the club she's on
There's a look on her face like something's wrong
Apparently, she's there with her boyfriend Todd
I was a mistake, and she wants me gone

(You are)
You're like a Friday in Miami (Friday in Miami)
I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City (you're so cold, you're so cold)
Is this love, love, love in America? (could it be love in America?)
This feels like love, love, love in America (could this be love?)
American love