What Time Is It In Paris

I know that you probably on one
Hittin' me up with that late night text
Our chemistry never the problem
Our history like the apocalypse

Always fuckin' and fighting
Thunder and lightning
All of them highs, mixed with the lies
We couldn't hide it
Now we barely speaking
Except when we faded on weekends
My heart was a map
You fold it in half and leave it

Now it's all black and white
You were my color, color
Can we go back in time?
Picture us in color

That's why I pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)
Yeah, I still pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)

I know that you got to be on one (that's right)
Hittin' me up when ya got a man
The sex was never a problem
But our relationship was Vietnam

Always fuckin' and fighting
Thunder and lightning
All of them highs, mixed with the lies
We couldn't hide it
We barely speaking
Except when faded all weekend
My heart was a map
You fold it in half and leave it

Now it's all black and white
You were my color, color
Can we go back in time?
Picture us in color

That's why I pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)
Yeah, I still pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)

You know I see them three dots
Waiting on the response
Cellphones be popping, popping
And before the Sun shines on me
Hit it three times
Yeah, babe, ain't no stopping, no stopping

You know I see them three dots
Waiting on the response
Cellphones be popping, popping
And before the Sun shines on me
Hit it three times
Yeah, babe, ain't no stopping

That's why I pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)
Yeah, I still pick up when you call
(See the way I fall)

That's why I pick up when you call
(See the way we fall)