Panamera

The European 50 Cent
If I don’t see it, I don’t believe it, yeah-yeah

Some would dream of having you
And I, who’ve been lucky enough
Counting the minutes to see you
I swear it’s real
If I say until death

Without you sometimes I feel alone
Even when I’m surrounded by my crew
Girls tell me that I’m cool
But they don’t know that inside I’m broken

Thinking about how you got me like this
Searching for a way to get to you
Brushing against your body, babe
My-my

Thinking about how you got me like this
Searching for a way to get to you
Brushing against your body, babe
My-my

We’re not official or lovers
You tell me you’ve never kissed a singer
I’ll take you to an interesting place
I ask my buddy for the Mercedes at the wheel

Oh Panamera, the cops are chasing us down the road
And I don’t know if you have me first
But I definitely have you first

I want to give you everything, you deserve all the expensive stuff
I want to give you everything, even if I was broke
If you move like that, I swear, I’ll declare
If you leave here, it feels like a shot

If one day you leave, I lose faith in love
I’m like the Rabbit, getting worse every day
There are no hospitals to cure this pain
What good is the Ferrari if you’re my engine? Yeah-yeah

Thinking about how you got me like this
Searching for a way to get to you
Brushing against your body, babe
My-my

Thinking about how you got me like this
Searching for a way to get to you
Brushing against your body, babe
My-my