PARANORMAL (part. Alvaro Diaz)

Spinning in my head like NASCAR
I was your favorite, now you’re cold as Alaska
All decked out in black, matching with the black card
Wasting my time hoping you’ll want me back hard
Trying to buy your forgiveness with Dior, Dior, Dior

Tell me, what happened, girl?
Why don’t you want me, girl?
I keep hitting you up and no, no, no
You don’t respond at all
Just tell me, where you at?

You keep running through my mind
Singing to you in songs what I can’t say face to face
I’ve traveled the world, let me tell you
You know I miss you, those dark circles don’t lie

I’m still wide awake in the city that never sleeps
Cuddled up with someone else, thinking about who you sleep with
I loved you so much, babe, what bad luck
Playing everywhere and you don’t want to see me
What bad luck

I need you (yeah, yeah) more than usual (yeah, yeah)
This is paranormal (yeah, paranormal, you do)
I need you (yeah, yeah) more than usual (yeah, yeah)
This is paranormal (yeah, paranormal, you do)

And I don’t want anything more, just to go back
To when we did everything in the backseat, girl, tell me the truth
That I could hop in a DeLorean to find you again

'Cause I don’t want anything more, just to go back
To when we did everything in the backseat, girl, tell me the truth
That I could hop in a DeLorean to give it to you again (yeah)

(Ah)

So many girls in the VIP
But everyone’s focused on you, ah
Always the Main Character, never an NPC
Says her dude sings too, but it’s little league, ah

I haven’t deleted any of the movies, ah
Still having flashbacks from when I hit it, eh
I’ve thought about sampling you on my MPC
You know drunk people tell the truth, and I’ve had a few sips

I know you’re kinda freaky, living life like Ricky
Half chill, half picky
Not with anyone, shorty’s picky
Hit me up, I’m in your city
Smoking like a hippie
Hit me up, I’m in your city
Smoking like a hippie

Hit me up, I’m in your city