Moruf Her
Anytime I think of her
Nothing else exist to me, it's just a blur
Anytime I think of her
Nothing else exist to me, it's just a blur
Anytime I think of her
Everything else is just a blur
'Probably 'cause we sipping wine
OGM supply the dimes, that's my brother, perfect time
On the porch he give me lines, give me jents, give me signs
Damn, son, she on my line, damn, son, she on my line
Damn, son, she on my line, damn, son, she on my line
Anytime I think of her
Nothing else exist to me, it's just a blur
