Jacob Banks - Prosecco

You treat me like Obama
I barely know you, you want me to meet your mama
And I know that you’ve been praying for Nirvana
That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna
Singin' stay, so I’ll wait
As we start it again, actin' out this cliche
So you bend 'til you break
Talkin' shit 'bout me to your friends
Your heart beats louder than mine
And I’m no good for ya
But I’m still good to ya
And you tuck me into the bed
Man, I’m no good for ya
'Cause I give it to ya
When I run for cover, we crash into each other
Then you pull me under, it’s so good
You keep me comin' through the summer
That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna
Singin' stay, so I’ll wait
As we start it again, actin' out this cliche
So you bend 'til you break
'Cause it’s easy to pretend
Your heart beats louder than mine
And I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)
But I’m still good to ya (Still good to ya)
And you tuck me into the bed
Man, I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)
'Cause I give it to ya (Give it to ya)
You know I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)
You know I’m no good for ya (Give it to ya)
I’m not the one you’re lookin' for
Making love won’t help you stop the war
So say goodbye, we’ll always have New York
The summers that we share is always blessed
You treat me like Obama (Yeah, yeah)
You want me to meet your mama
And I know that you’ve been praying for Nirvana
That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna
Your heart beats louder than mine
And I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)
But I’m still good to ya (still good to ya)
And you tuck me into the bed
When I’m no good for ya (No good for ya)
'Cause I give it to ya (Give it to ya)
When I’m gone, where I go,
You know I’m no good for ya
Where I go,
You know I’m no good for ya
When I’m gone, where I go,
You know I’m no good for ya
Where I go,
You know I’m no good for ya
Yeah, yeah
That’s great, that’s really, to me my brain is…