Summer nights, at a view, constantly gazing, talking ideas, just me and you, tryna look through the city lights, but my eyes can't get passed by you, don't know what perfect is, but i can say it's  my point of view, put my cleanest clothes on, looking saucy, just tryna to impress you, keeping it real, no gimmies, just so I have you, feelings were never the same, but if your views change, know that you'll be past over due, I'll be moved on, tired of seeing repeated deya vu.
-Pablo Barrios