Letra Dreams, fairytales, fantasies Asap Ferg

Dreams, fairytales, fantasies

Yeah, ah

I call you God thought‚ 'cause you a wild cat
You leave me with a big head scratch when
I hit it from the back
Pillow under your stomach‚ you like it like that
They catch you half sleep so you can't fight that
We go for hours‚ finish, shower, fuckin' devour
Four play in the kitchen‚ bend it over the counter (Hmm)
You taste like candy, I eat it like sour power
You be like in a rump, your body soft as a flower (Yeah)
And when we finish‚ you be holding me (Yeah)
Got your head on my chest, you consoling me (Yeah)
Quick to close the blinds when I be hitting that
But I'm hoping you leave it open, so they notice me (Damn)
From the beginning, you said it was mine
And I can tell the way you said it that you weren't lying
You see me text her (Yeah) like, "Baby, you fine"
And I can still feel the tingle up and down my spine

I'm in a dream, fairytale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind dream, fairtyale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind
You know you belong to me
You can bring your whole squad plus three
You don't like to get told what to do but you like it when I put you on a leash
All force from me, when I'm soft on me
Have you scratching wall, parkour for me
Every night, I'll hit it right, I'ma bring you on tour with me (Yeah)
You gon' ball for me and even if you're wrong for me
It's a good mistake, even when I'm wide awake

I'm in a dream, fairytale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind, dream, fairtyale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind

Uh, oh, this song feel like fuckin', making that good shit
Have her heart throb in the projects, spandex and a hoodie
Timbos and your baby father was a bimbo (Yeah)
All the heads know, rather be bothered with all of them
We could fly to Jamaica, fuck all the haters
I take you out of the projects, man charms with elevators
We can drive and hit the city in Lambo
Then lay down on the beach and watch the sand blow
Have you ever spent money without a worry?
Shopped 'till we dropped, Celine bags and Burberry
Faded suits, Chanel boots, for dinner time
Baby, we looking good, so we're finna shine
Then hop back in the 'ville to get up in the
Fireplace with the sprinter, we fuck on the chincilla
You fuck with a winner, the heavy spender
You know it's me, I'm tryna bring out the freak in you like Jodeci

I'm in a dream, fairytale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind, dream, fairtyale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind (Ooh)

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