Music too loud (Loud)
We was both going dumb to some HBK (Could it be love in America?) / This feels like love, love, love in America / American love

We danced for a little then she came home with me

[Chorus: Eijah Blake]

You're like a Friday in Miami
Wait, no, listen

This feels like love, love, love in America Stayed up late making love but I never got her number Scared to get shut down so I take a shot down

[Outro: Eijah Blake] [Chorus: Eijah Blake] American love (Love, love, love), This feels like love, love, love in America. Shoulda asked her to stay, but she said she was leaving All black Rari It only fits two bodies I'm in the function going stupid, I'm just doing my thang [Chorus: Eijah Blake] See a pretty girl in this club Bring the beef like Pusha This feels like love, love, love in America And on a star spangled night my love, (My love come to me). We to the crib, I ain't tryna waste no time

This feels like love, love, love in America (Could this be love?) [Verse 3: Scotty Sire] I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City (You are) Every night I go there just in case She shows up with a couple of friends Must have been the weekend, she was really freakin' Ask would you like to dance Go and meet me on Wilshire Slide to the side of the club she's on Apparently, she's there with her boyfriend Todd You can rest you head on my shoulder. You're like a Friday in Miami

I'm staring at your butt and I'd be lying if I told ya that I wasn't

I was a mistake, and she wants me gone

Wake up in the morning with a killer hangover There's a look on her face like something's wrong You're like a Friday in Miami (Friday in Miami) It helps me do a little less thinking I just want your body on mine

Just a little taller, I'ma handle that (I'ma handle that) Ay, ay, either way it's all good, you just let me know Rolling up some Cali kush, yeah We f***ed, smoked weed and then we fell asleep American love Am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?

Love, American Style, That's me and you.

Lil' momma caught my eye, with the tat on her face

American love I've been drinking (I've been drinking) [Bridge: Elijah Blake] Regret, that's what I'm feeling Tell your friends I'm sorry Back to the club (Club) 'Cause I know we just met, but I sorta, kinda feel like And she wants me to take her home again

She liked my persistence, despite misogyny She says, you just wanna get in my pants See I done paid for five or six drinks 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? [Verse 1: Scotty Sire] So I walk through the crowd (Crowd) Is this love, love, love in America? Ay, I knew she'd be the one, I could tell right away Face kinda red (Red) Sweet dreams, wake up, still drunk Then she put it on my jeans, yeah, she threw it back Or maybe I'm just talking up the Hennessey (Hennessey) American love

I put my hands on her waist, and she got real close I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City Is this love, love, love in America? Shorty got cake, cake, cake And then I saw her there, plaid skirt, blonde hair Tryna see if it's real or fake She said, listen up good, I'ma tell you one time I'd compliment your personality but I don't know ya Shots to the face (Face) American Love Lyrics: 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? [Verse 2 - Myles Parrish]

Maybe we were meant to be (Meant to be )

Yeah, she was great, I kinda think I love her But a smile on my face thinking 'bout the girl who stayed over 'Cause it's honestly, quite possibly, the best I've ever seen So I'ma hit it back to back like Drake Yeah, she gave me that look like it's go-time Go again, sober up, I'm done, please leave This feels like love, love, love in America I'm so LA, you're colder than New York City Vision's kinda blurry but she got a nice butt You're like a Friday in Miami Is this love, love, love in America?