Balloons and billy Joel
With a bird I barely know
When them feelings start to show
With that belt undone
I’m Bout to blow.

Fill up that rubber, she ain’t no mother, we hit that gas then I fill up that rubber No I’m not her lover but we could be best friends I’m just relaxing,
She lets herself be
Comfortable around me, pull up beside me,
Take off that face and just let yourself be
Feeling so fine and
She said this shit is dope and I said no it’s nos no it’s no it’s no it’s nos

Balloons and billy Joel
With a bird I barely know
When them feelings start to show
With that belt undone
I’m Bout to blow.

No sauce just whipped cream,
My kiss making ur chick scream,
She ain’t sick but she sniffing
She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
She want me to hit it like Kimbo (slice)
First she gimme dat mental
Take it to the head,
Towels on the bed,
Skeet skeet water pistol
I could be with you,
You could be with me,
We could be the truth,
Say it 3,
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
She said it’s black and white
And I said no it’s not,
No it’s not

Balloons and billy Joel
With a bird I barely know
When them feelings start to show
With that belt undone
I’m Bout to blow.
I’m Bout to blow.

We ain’t poppin bottles round here, nahhhhh, we taking it back to the late 90s, Yeeeaaahh im just nanging round,
Downtown by myself
Whippit real good

Balloons and billy Joel
With a bird I barely know
When them feelings start to show
With that belt undone
I’m Bout to blow.