Meet me outside
'Cause I wanna get some time with you
I'll be waiting outdoors
Meet me outside
Outside
Meet me outside
Ayy, uh
Runnin' four flats for your love, but I don't play chase, uh (but I don't play chase)
Chrome Hearts shades for the glasses
Girl, I see straight through the hate, uh (straight through the hate)
Sayin' I don't feel what you feel, I got too many Ms in the way, okay, uh
It's only a problem until I send one of them Ms to your bank, okay (uh)
Meet me outside, I got the red key and we can hit the water, go jet ski (go jet ski, uh)
You ain't gotta worry about your safety
Girl, I'm still slidin' with the XD (slidin' with the XD)
Yeah, two-tone AP rose gold, girl, I'm still slidin' down SD (slidin' down SD)
Ayy, the Lamb' truck way too spacious, girl, I might cop me the SVJ
Say you wanna hang with your man, okay, okay, okay (okay), if it's for the day
But I got racks on me, when he done, baby, come outside, we can play
Know that he broke, I can tell he a joke, in his bank, he ain't even got a 100K
I'm tryna have fun for the night, baby, we can do it right
I ain't really here for the stay, okay (here for the stay)
Courtside on the wood like Moses, I just dapped up DeRozan
She like, "Damn, boy, you really the man," wait 'til she see what I'm holdin'
I got the six on my back like Bronny, true, but I ain't usin' no Trojan
I ain't tellin' no lie, girl, it's true, yeah, it's long like Pinocchio nose is
Uh, tell me what you want, I'll give it to you raw, uncut, no holdin'
Ayy, I heard he ain't hittin' the spot for you girl, no more usin' them roses
Ayy, catch me outside, I got plans for you girl and I see 'em unfoldin'
Uh, tryna have fun, I mean the type when you done, you can't find where yo' clothes is
Runnin' four flats for your love, but I don't play chase, uh, ayy (but I don't play chase)
Chrome Hearts shades for the glasses
Girl, I see straight through the hate, uh (straight through the hate)
Sayin' I don't feel what you feel, I got too many Ms in the way, okay, uh
It's only a problem until I send one of them Ms to your bank, okay (uh)
Meet me outside, I got the red key and we can hit the water, go jet ski (go jet ski, uh)
You ain't gotta worry about your safety
Girl, I'm still slidin' with the XD (slidin' with the XD)
Yeah, two-tone AP rose gold, girl, I'm still slidin' down SD (slidin' down SD)
Yeah, the Lamb' truck way too spacious, girl, I might cop me the SVJ
Say you wanna hang with your man, okay, okay, okay (okay), if it's for the day
But I got racks on me, when he done, baby, come outside, we can play
Know that he broke, I can tell he a joke, in his bank, he ain't even got a 100K
I'm tryna have fun for the night, baby, we can do it right
I ain't really here for the stay, okay (here for the stay)
Meet me outside
Outside
Meet me outside
Oh, oh
Toosii - Jaded Album Lyrics
Toosii - Jaded Lyrics
(Featuring Gunna, Kehlani, Muni Long)
Writer: Dylan Hyde, Eric Sandoval, Luis J. Diaz, Naujour Grainger, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Champs Elysees
Falling in love
Oh, yeah, yeah
Fall in love
Oh, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
[Toosii]
Yeah, go, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
The Rolls or the Maybach, whatever I'm pickin', don't matter, she goin'
Patek or the AP, I might cop a Richard, I'm tired of the Rollies, yeah
I done seen all of these niggas, I feel like I'm Kobe
You speak on the greatest, you know what it is, I'm like, "Rest in pеace, Kobe"
Still got a knife in my back from thе ones who ain't one of them ones, I'm already knowin'
That's why I look 'em inside of their eyes whenever they lie 'cause I know where it's goin'
I know they wish they could see me what the youngin' was destined to be, they got caught in the moment
You never heard of the rabbit and tortoise, lil' nigga, you better know motion is motion
And we in the deep end right now with the sharks
I bought the Lamb' truck and I left in parked
Stars in the roof for whenever it's dark
She had wanted some Skims, I just gave her my card
With a body like that I'm like, "Oh my God," would have thought she was Kim
I forgot her name, so I went 'head and bought her the Mercedes Benz
Go, uh, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
[Gunna]
I'm 'bout to put you on Vogue, uh
Walk in Met Gala, yo' dress on the floor
Every single karat, it came with a coat
Hoorsenbuh chain on her toes (Chain on her toes)
Face card valid, I lick on her toes
Came through my spot with some heels and a robe
The mansion in the hills, I need a few more
Five hundred Ms, I'm tryna reach the goal
Whip it (Whip it), whip, uh
Picture me whippin' that Rolls (Whippin' that Rolls)
Whip, uh, chicken (Chicken)
Whip that shit out of the bowl (Out of the bowl)
Bentley, can't do the fishbowl (No)
Sneaky link keepin' it low (Keepin' it low)
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is (Know what it is)
I got you, and, no, you can't post"
[Toosii]
Go, uh, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Fall in love
Oh, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
[Toosii]
Yeah, go, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
The Rolls or the Maybach, whatever I'm pickin', don't matter, she goin'
Patek or the AP, I might cop a Richard, I'm tired of the Rollies, yeah
I done seen all of these niggas, I feel like I'm Kobe
You speak on the greatest, you know what it is, I'm like, "Rest in pеace, Kobe"
Still got a knife in my back from thе ones who ain't one of them ones, I'm already knowin'
That's why I look 'em inside of their eyes whenever they lie 'cause I know where it's goin'
I know they wish they could see me what the youngin' was destined to be, they got caught in the moment
You never heard of the rabbit and tortoise, lil' nigga, you better know motion is motion
And we in the deep end right now with the sharks
I bought the Lamb' truck and I left in parked
Stars in the roof for whenever it's dark
She had wanted some Skims, I just gave her my card
With a body like that I'm like, "Oh my God," would have thought she was Kim
I forgot her name, so I went 'head and bought her the Mercedes Benz
Go, uh, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
[Gunna]
I'm 'bout to put you on Vogue, uh
Walk in Met Gala, yo' dress on the floor
Every single karat, it came with a coat
Hoorsenbuh chain on her toes (Chain on her toes)
Face card valid, I lick on her toes
Came through my spot with some heels and a robe
The mansion in the hills, I need a few more
Five hundred Ms, I'm tryna reach the goal
Whip it (Whip it), whip, uh
Picture me whippin' that Rolls (Whippin' that Rolls)
Whip, uh, chicken (Chicken)
Whip that shit out of the bowl (Out of the bowl)
Bentley, can't do the fishbowl (No)
Sneaky link keepin' it low (Keepin' it low)
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is (Know what it is)
I got you, and, no, you can't post"
[Toosii]
Go, uh, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh
Writer: Nau'Jour Grainger, Sergio Kitchens, Jason Constantin, Damian Schulz, Anthoine Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Exploration Group LLC
She Doesn't Mind
She's a woman (a woman) and she loves Rodeo (she loves Rodeo)
She loves to party, hang with friends and drink añejo
She goes out at daytime and wears her day clothes
But when the night falls, she's a demon and an angel
Don't ever lie, ayy, to her, mm
Ayy, 'cause she doesn't mind honesty, though it hurts, mm, uh, uh
'Cause she just want a little more tequila on the rocks
I know what she need and what she need, it don't stop
I got everything and that's the reason I'm on top
When I get inside it, I'ma leave it in her spot
So deep inside, uh
Though it hurts, yeah
Come and ride, yeah
Ride on top 'til it hurts, mm, ayy
She like whips that's fast with the paint brand new
Lamborghini Urus and the paint matte blue
When she get inside, it do the thing, go vroom
You can hold my hand, baby, what you wanna do?
Let's take a ride, uh
Ride wit' me 'til it hurts, mm
'Cause you never lied, yeah
So lie with me 'til it hurts, mm, mm, mm
Don't ever lie, ayy, to her, mm
Ayy, 'cause she doesn't mind honesty, though it hurts, mm
She loves to party, hang with friends and drink añejo
She goes out at daytime and wears her day clothes
But when the night falls, she's a demon and an angel
Don't ever lie, ayy, to her, mm
Ayy, 'cause she doesn't mind honesty, though it hurts, mm, uh, uh
'Cause she just want a little more tequila on the rocks
I know what she need and what she need, it don't stop
I got everything and that's the reason I'm on top
When I get inside it, I'ma leave it in her spot
So deep inside, uh
Though it hurts, yeah
Come and ride, yeah
Ride on top 'til it hurts, mm, ayy
She like whips that's fast with the paint brand new
Lamborghini Urus and the paint matte blue
When she get inside, it do the thing, go vroom
You can hold my hand, baby, what you wanna do?
Let's take a ride, uh
Ride wit' me 'til it hurts, mm
'Cause you never lied, yeah
So lie with me 'til it hurts, mm, mm, mm
Don't ever lie, ayy, to her, mm
Ayy, 'cause she doesn't mind honesty, though it hurts, mm
Writer: Chandler Kourtesis, Jason Constantin, Naujour Granger, Nicholas Nguyen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fuk You Mean
I wasn't sure what you wanted
So I gave you everything I had
Wasn't sure what you needed, mm, mm
So I gave up everything I had (yeah)
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you diamonds and all of the things that you wanted
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you Gucci and Pucci, Chanel and Bottega
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you all the things that you wanted like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Bitch, don't f*ck with me, bitch don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Bitch, like f*ck you mean?
'Cause I gave up everything I had
Like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Everything I had, gave you everything
Everything I had, gave you
Everything I had
Gave you everything
Gave you everything I had
I bet the mall ain't enough, bags ain't enough, Paris ain't enough, huh?
I took you shopping, bought you all kind of shit that make your best friend wanna f*ck
I took you overseas, bought you plenty things Cartier rings and the buffs
I did the kind of things make you proud of me and turned a good girl to a slut
You've got it bad, tryna make your ex nigga mad
But girl, I'm your ex nigga like "what the f*ck?" can't go out sad
Oh, you tryna pop tags? Want a nigga to drop a bag?
Like what the f*ck? Got me f*cked up
Girl, I ain't your dad (yeah)
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you diamonds and all of the things that you wanted
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you Gucci and Pucci, Chanel and Bottega
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you all the things that you wanted like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Bitch, don't f*ck with me, bitch don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Bitch, like f*ck you mean?
'Cause I gave up everything I had
Like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Everything I had, gave you everything
Everything I had, gave you
Everything I had
Gave you everything
Gave you everything I had
So I gave you everything I had
Wasn't sure what you needed, mm, mm
So I gave up everything I had (yeah)
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you diamonds and all of the things that you wanted
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you Gucci and Pucci, Chanel and Bottega
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you all the things that you wanted like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Bitch, don't f*ck with me, bitch don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Bitch, like f*ck you mean?
'Cause I gave up everything I had
Like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Everything I had, gave you everything
Everything I had, gave you
Everything I had
Gave you everything
Gave you everything I had
I bet the mall ain't enough, bags ain't enough, Paris ain't enough, huh?
I took you shopping, bought you all kind of shit that make your best friend wanna f*ck
I took you overseas, bought you plenty things Cartier rings and the buffs
I did the kind of things make you proud of me and turned a good girl to a slut
You've got it bad, tryna make your ex nigga mad
But girl, I'm your ex nigga like "what the f*ck?" can't go out sad
Oh, you tryna pop tags? Want a nigga to drop a bag?
Like what the f*ck? Got me f*cked up
Girl, I ain't your dad (yeah)
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you diamonds and all of the things that you wanted
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you Gucci and Pucci, Chanel and Bottega
Like f*ck you mean?
I bought you all the things that you wanted like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Bitch, don't f*ck with me, bitch don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Don't f*ck up my vibe, don't f*ck up my vibe
Bitch, like f*ck you mean?
'Cause I gave up everything I had
Like, bitch, don't f*ck with me
Everything I had, gave you everything
Everything I had, gave you
Everything I had
Gave you everything
Gave you everything I had
Writer: Nau'Jour Grainger, Luke Berman, Reginald Pierre Koury
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ok... Whatever
[ Featuring Kehlani ]
(Diego)
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing
And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay
She know I like bitches who like bitches
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
I know she a gold digger
I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of havin' your soul bleed
And she stay Russian cream, tryna roll a Russian Cream
Said you tired of f*ckin' wit' f*ck boys, then why the f*ck you f*ck wit' me?
'Cause I ain't shit, I fell in love wit' your best friend
Other week, I put it down and we had sex at the Westin
And she told me how y'all talked and you used to brag about my dick
And I hope that you find out 'cause I know it's gon' make you sick
So slick, this the type of shit that make your soul flip
Ain't on no bitch, shit ho, I don't even own Ricks
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing
I'll let you have it (I'll let you have it)
Yeah, alright, okay (girl, I'll let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches, yeah (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
Okay, whatever
F*ckin' on somebody wit' some moves don't make you better
Like to see you try to step out like you did wit' me
Could've had your way, but now you're right back to the streets
And there's nothin' out there for you
I'm the one that always kept it player for you
The one that head back to the lair wit' you
Nobody else was playin' fair for you
Yeah, I like bitches who bring bitches and they friends
One thing about it, we ain't never played pretend
F*ckin' with a star, you never let me forget
I'm always the one that you say you gon' end up wit'
But you got it, girl
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing (own things)
I'll let you have it (I'll let you have it)
Yeah, alright, okay (girl, I'll let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches, yeah (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
I know she a gold digger
I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of havin' your soul bleed
Writer: Alex Ernewein, Anthoine Walters, Diego Avendano, Kehlani Parrish, Martin Pitt, Naujour Grainger, Samuel Yun, Vincent van den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Party Girl Anthem
She like the California spring roll, uh, uh
Green on the inside
PARTYNEXTDOOR on the North
She got white on her nose, she keep tellin' me it's fine
And who am I to say somethin'
"Damn son, you think that you better than the rest 'cause you're handsome"
Maybe, yeah, just a little, but this right here be the party girl anthem
Yeah, I was tryna shake, shake somethin'
Gon' head and do it, baby, don't you break nothin'
How you wanna do it, baby, we can make love
In a two-seater ridin' in the passenger side
We can hop from my ride, ayy
Car rockin' back and forth, we can't even be discreet
Dammit, girl, I know you wish we made it to the sheets
But it's alright so put it on me
Pull up black truck, she gon' hit me when she get her wax done
Her boyfriend he a lil' lame
When he shop with the plug he already know to tax 'em
Uh, titties done, ass done
Baby know a nigga tryna grab somethin'
Told her I don't mind goin' down
But she better know now that I'ma be the last one
I gotta thing for bad bitches, yeah
Baby, she a bad bitch
I know she straight out the trenches, yeah, and she ain't never had shit
So where do we go now, yeah, yeah, you already know
She done fell in love with a nigga now she backstage at all of my shows
She like the California spring roll, uh, uh
Green on the inside
PARTYNEXTDOOR on the North
She got white on her nose, she keep tellin' me it's fine
And who am I to say somethin'
"Damn son, you think that you better than the rest 'cause you're handsome"
Maybe, yeah, just a little
But this right here be the party girl anthem
Green on the inside
PARTYNEXTDOOR on the North
She got white on her nose, she keep tellin' me it's fine
And who am I to say somethin'
"Damn son, you think that you better than the rest 'cause you're handsome"
Maybe, yeah, just a little, but this right here be the party girl anthem
Yeah, I was tryna shake, shake somethin'
Gon' head and do it, baby, don't you break nothin'
How you wanna do it, baby, we can make love
In a two-seater ridin' in the passenger side
We can hop from my ride, ayy
Car rockin' back and forth, we can't even be discreet
Dammit, girl, I know you wish we made it to the sheets
But it's alright so put it on me
Pull up black truck, she gon' hit me when she get her wax done
Her boyfriend he a lil' lame
When he shop with the plug he already know to tax 'em
Uh, titties done, ass done
Baby know a nigga tryna grab somethin'
Told her I don't mind goin' down
But she better know now that I'ma be the last one
I gotta thing for bad bitches, yeah
Baby, she a bad bitch
I know she straight out the trenches, yeah, and she ain't never had shit
So where do we go now, yeah, yeah, you already know
She done fell in love with a nigga now she backstage at all of my shows
She like the California spring roll, uh, uh
Green on the inside
PARTYNEXTDOOR on the North
She got white on her nose, she keep tellin' me it's fine
And who am I to say somethin'
"Damn son, you think that you better than the rest 'cause you're handsome"
Maybe, yeah, just a little
But this right here be the party girl anthem
Writer: Eric Sandoval, Harry East, Naujour Grainger, Shane Lindstrom, Will Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Clock Work
Uh, ayy, yeah
Twenty-four seven, I been on my grind, uh
I hear you when you say come home, yeah
But I need a lil' more time, yeah
I can feel the walls cavin' in from the outside in
I just need a lil' time, yeah
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
'Cause I been goin' in like clockwork
Tell me pull up, that's clockwork
When I go down, that's clockwork
Hush up, hush up, that's clockwork
I been on T-M, just chasin' my dreams right now
But I swear I just need a lil' time
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
The backseat clear like the sprinter van
I know the truth, girl, you been a fan
Say you like movies, I do too
Baby, I'm just all about the Benjamins
The inside cream, the outside red
Don't open your mouth, just open your legs
F*ck them bitches, yeah, I heard what they said
Baby, they just tryna get inside of your head
I could be the man of your dreams, goin' overseas
Takin' different flights 'cause I'm knowin' what you need
Give good sex, go down, ain't greedy
Gettin' inside, make you weak in the knees
Uh, yeah, uh
Twenty-four seven, I been on my grind, uh
I hear you when you say come home, yeah
But I need a lil' more time, yeah
I can feel the walls cavin' in from the outside in
I just need a lil' time, yeah
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
'Cause I been goin' in like clockwork
Tell me pull up, that's clockwork
When I go down, that's clockwork
Hush up, hush up, that's clockwork
I been on T-M, just chasin' my dreams right now
But I swear I just need a lil' time
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
Twenty-four seven, I been on my grind, uh
I hear you when you say come home, yeah
But I need a lil' more time, yeah
I can feel the walls cavin' in from the outside in
I just need a lil' time, yeah
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
'Cause I been goin' in like clockwork
Tell me pull up, that's clockwork
When I go down, that's clockwork
Hush up, hush up, that's clockwork
I been on T-M, just chasin' my dreams right now
But I swear I just need a lil' time
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
The backseat clear like the sprinter van
I know the truth, girl, you been a fan
Say you like movies, I do too
Baby, I'm just all about the Benjamins
The inside cream, the outside red
Don't open your mouth, just open your legs
F*ck them bitches, yeah, I heard what they said
Baby, they just tryna get inside of your head
I could be the man of your dreams, goin' overseas
Takin' different flights 'cause I'm knowin' what you need
Give good sex, go down, ain't greedy
Gettin' inside, make you weak in the knees
Uh, yeah, uh
Twenty-four seven, I been on my grind, uh
I hear you when you say come home, yeah
But I need a lil' more time, yeah
I can feel the walls cavin' in from the outside in
I just need a lil' time, yeah
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
'Cause I been goin' in like clockwork
Tell me pull up, that's clockwork
When I go down, that's clockwork
Hush up, hush up, that's clockwork
I been on T-M, just chasin' my dreams right now
But I swear I just need a lil' time
I don't really care what you do, lil' baby
Just please don't mess up my vibe
Writer: Hugo Tom Cogne, Jason Constantin, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
New Corvette
Yeah, ayy
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
My bitch look a lil' foreign, but she just black and that pussy too crack
She know a nigga with the shits, I'll send a nigga right off the map
I gotta stick, still ride with a ghost gun
Her friend bad, need both of 'em
I know she tired of niggas 'cause none of these niggas ain't got no motion
Niggas be broke, I'm hoppin' out when it's smoke, .40 inside of my coat
Hit a nigga, make 'em dead to the world, niggas be actin' too woke
I just might go like Lambo V12, black interior leather, I'm the G.O.a.t
I just might throw on all of my jewels and a nigga be feelin' like I'm on a boat, yeah
Extension go, "Frrt," fifty-round mag' but I'm pullin' up 42 Dugg
I might go Porsche frog-eyes, pullin' up on a bad bitch in a bug
Never been lame, nigga, I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch with no hug
Play with my money I feel like Big Worm, I'll pull up on you 'bout a dub, yeah
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
Two phone, three phone, cuttin' my ring off, I ain't tryna hear what a bitch say
Tryna beef with a nigga like me, we gon' turn this bitch into blitz day
She try to ask me what time it was, I don't know but I hold up my wrist, ayy
Wavin' it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face
I got Bottega all on my case, uh, nigga, my car is expensive
Better look in the garage and look in my crib, none of my cars is rented
I be ridin' five percent with twenty on the windshield, my cars is tinted
Make a nigga move out of his spot like I'm movin' in and I'm the lieutenant, yeah
Who want smoke with the Ps? Got her throwin' up Vs, she two times
Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I'm about my green like I'm a crouton
Yeah, she wanna f*ck with a nigga, charge her for the dick, give her a coupon
Yeah, I don't trust not a soul, I'm f*ckin' a bitch and I got my shoes on (yeah)
I told you last time it was my last time
They tried to tell me that I was gon' need you, that was the past time (yeah)
Killers might pull up inside of the 'Vette, uh, they be on bad time (yeah)
They just might rock you to bed and shoot at your head like it was just nap time
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
My bitch look a lil' foreign, but she just black and that pussy too crack
She know a nigga with the shits, I'll send a nigga right off the map
I gotta stick, still ride with a ghost gun
Her friend bad, need both of 'em
I know she tired of niggas 'cause none of these niggas ain't got no motion
Niggas be broke, I'm hoppin' out when it's smoke, .40 inside of my coat
Hit a nigga, make 'em dead to the world, niggas be actin' too woke
I just might go like Lambo V12, black interior leather, I'm the G.O.a.t
I just might throw on all of my jewels and a nigga be feelin' like I'm on a boat, yeah
Extension go, "Frrt," fifty-round mag' but I'm pullin' up 42 Dugg
I might go Porsche frog-eyes, pullin' up on a bad bitch in a bug
Never been lame, nigga, I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch with no hug
Play with my money I feel like Big Worm, I'll pull up on you 'bout a dub, yeah
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
Two phone, three phone, cuttin' my ring off, I ain't tryna hear what a bitch say
Tryna beef with a nigga like me, we gon' turn this bitch into blitz day
She try to ask me what time it was, I don't know but I hold up my wrist, ayy
Wavin' it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face
I got Bottega all on my case, uh, nigga, my car is expensive
Better look in the garage and look in my crib, none of my cars is rented
I be ridin' five percent with twenty on the windshield, my cars is tinted
Make a nigga move out of his spot like I'm movin' in and I'm the lieutenant, yeah
Who want smoke with the Ps? Got her throwin' up Vs, she two times
Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I'm about my green like I'm a crouton
Yeah, she wanna f*ck with a nigga, charge her for the dick, give her a coupon
Yeah, I don't trust not a soul, I'm f*ckin' a bitch and I got my shoes on (yeah)
I told you last time it was my last time
They tried to tell me that I was gon' need you, that was the past time (yeah)
Killers might pull up inside of the 'Vette, uh, they be on bad time (yeah)
They just might rock you to bed and shoot at your head like it was just nap time
They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees
Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
Writer: Naujour Grainer, Samuel Dua, Ryan Nerby, David Tamas, Jose Reynos
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Fire and Desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
Ayy, uh
I let the top back on the roof of the car
While she bends over and no one notice that she givin' head to a star
I caught feelings, yeah, while we on the highway
Didn't even make it to my place
She's undressed before we in the driveway
Yeah, 'cause she got love for a G
She gon' bust it, bust it open for a real nigga
I'm already knowin' that the sex is OD
Yeah, she got her legs in the air
Baby, where ya wanna go? We can go anywhere
Told her it's all mine, baby, it's all mine
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
Yeah, yeah
She got good head, good face, good box
I'ma have to spend a, spend a check on her
I'ma have to go ahead and flex one time, yeah, uh
And we ain't in a Lexus but she know I'll go down Alexis Drive, uh
We got closer and then it was over
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
Yeah, uh
She gon' take the blue pill and the red pill
I done got inside, she can't keep her legs still
After we get done, I'm like, "How your legs feel?"
Now she get mad, yeah
Yeah, but I'm knowin' she not really mad
She just want it really bad
That's all you had to say, okay
I ain't nothin' like your ex nigga
He can't put it down like me or go rounds like me
Don't compare me to the next nigga
They don't even sound like me, they don't sound like me
I ain't Frank, but I got in your ocean
I showed you that I had motion
I know that I left you open, left you open, yeah
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
She's got fire and desire
Ayy, uh
I let the top back on the roof of the car
While she bends over and no one notice that she givin' head to a star
I caught feelings, yeah, while we on the highway
Didn't even make it to my place
She's undressed before we in the driveway
Yeah, 'cause she got love for a G
She gon' bust it, bust it open for a real nigga
I'm already knowin' that the sex is OD
Yeah, she got her legs in the air
Baby, where ya wanna go? We can go anywhere
Told her it's all mine, baby, it's all mine
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
Yeah, yeah
She got good head, good face, good box
I'ma have to spend a, spend a check on her
I'ma have to go ahead and flex one time, yeah, uh
And we ain't in a Lexus but she know I'll go down Alexis Drive, uh
We got closer and then it was over
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
Yeah, uh
She gon' take the blue pill and the red pill
I done got inside, she can't keep her legs still
After we get done, I'm like, "How your legs feel?"
Now she get mad, yeah
Yeah, but I'm knowin' she not really mad
She just want it really bad
That's all you had to say, okay
I ain't nothin' like your ex nigga
He can't put it down like me or go rounds like me
Don't compare me to the next nigga
They don't even sound like me, they don't sound like me
I ain't Frank, but I got in your ocean
I showed you that I had motion
I know that I left you open, left you open, yeah
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got fire and desire
She's got-
Writer: Benjamin Costecalde, Jason Constantin, Milo Silbermann, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Foxxy Brown
I can't let you go
I wanna-
Ooh (yeah)
It's cold outside
I can feel the breeze from the wind, goddamn
Goin' to the club
You been on my mind, like where ya been? Goddamn
Hangin' wit' your friends, girl
But none of them no ten, not a ten, goddamn
Couple shots of Casamigos
Now I'm at the free throw takin' every, uh
Takin' every shot from the bar
She just wanna ride Double-R
Ride wit' the stars
Took too many shots, I'm on Mars
Damn it, baby, you ain't got no flaws
And I see
I see party girls love Oxy
I just seen a bad bitch take a Roxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and- (uh)
Girl you know you (yeah)
Girl, you know you bad, bad and fine
Girl, you know you bad, bad and mine
Girl, you know you (yeah)
Girl, you know you worth every dime
Girl, you know you worth all my time
And I see, uh
I see you put niggas on yo' block list
I hope I don't ever make yo' block list
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who be toxic
That's why I don't never be too toxic
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who ain't got shit
Girl, you know a nigga really got shit
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who be not shit
How you know a nigga really not shit?
Girl, goddamn
It's cold outside
I can feel the breeze from the wind, goddamn
Goin' to the club
You been on my mind, like where ya been? Goddamn
Hangin' wit' your friends, girl
But none of them no ten, not a ten, goddamn
Couple shots of Casamigos
Now I'm at the free throw takin' every, uh
Takin' every shot from the bar
She just wanna ride Double-R
Ride wit' the stars
Took too many shots, I'm on Mars
Damn it, baby, you ain't got no flaws
And I see
I see party girls love Oxy
I just seen a bad bitch take a Roxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
I wanna-
Ooh (yeah)
It's cold outside
I can feel the breeze from the wind, goddamn
Goin' to the club
You been on my mind, like where ya been? Goddamn
Hangin' wit' your friends, girl
But none of them no ten, not a ten, goddamn
Couple shots of Casamigos
Now I'm at the free throw takin' every, uh
Takin' every shot from the bar
She just wanna ride Double-R
Ride wit' the stars
Took too many shots, I'm on Mars
Damn it, baby, you ain't got no flaws
And I see
I see party girls love Oxy
I just seen a bad bitch take a Roxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and- (uh)
Girl you know you (yeah)
Girl, you know you bad, bad and fine
Girl, you know you bad, bad and mine
Girl, you know you (yeah)
Girl, you know you worth every dime
Girl, you know you worth all my time
And I see, uh
I see you put niggas on yo' block list
I hope I don't ever make yo' block list
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who be toxic
That's why I don't never be too toxic
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who ain't got shit
Girl, you know a nigga really got shit
Girl, goddamn
I see you hate niggas who be not shit
How you know a nigga really not shit?
Girl, goddamn
It's cold outside
I can feel the breeze from the wind, goddamn
Goin' to the club
You been on my mind, like where ya been? Goddamn
Hangin' wit' your friends, girl
But none of them no ten, not a ten, goddamn
Couple shots of Casamigos
Now I'm at the free throw takin' every, uh
Takin' every shot from the bar
She just wanna ride Double-R
Ride wit' the stars
Took too many shots, I'm on Mars
Damn it, baby, you ain't got no flaws
And I see
I see party girls love Oxy
I just seen a bad bitch take a Roxy
Girl, goddamn
Girl, you know you bad, bad and brown
Girl, you know you bad, bad and Foxxy
Girl, goddamn
Writer: Anthony Jamal Phillips, Max Moise, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Do
[ Featuring Muni Long ]
I'ma stand on business when it come to you
I do anything to make you feel comfortable
Yeah, your last didn't know how to handle you
But I do
I do, I do
I'ma stand on ten, let me show you how
Yeah, you had a couple lovers, but it's over now
Ain't gon' find nobody that's gon' hold you down
Like I do
I do, I do
I do
I do, I do
I do
I do, I do
I'll walk on water for you, baby
Right 'cross the ocean
I ain't with the small talk
You are my devotion
Girl, if you ain't perfect, I know you the closest
I'll part the sea for my baby like I'm Moses, yeah
Come fall in love wit' a G
You know when I come pick you up, it's a S550
All-black on my steering wheel, I might pass you the keys
And you ain't gotta bring a thing 'cause everything is on me
I never been so in love
No better world, no, I'm not giving it up (ah-ah)
I'ma stand on business when it come to you
I do anything to make you feel comfortable
Yeah, your last didn't know how to handle you
But I do
I do, I do
I'ma stand on ten, let me show you how
Yeah, you had a couple lovers, but it's over now
Ain't gon' find nobody that's gon' hold you down
Like I do
I do, I do
I do
I do, I do (I do)
I do
I do, I do
I will travel any distance, I will cross the sea
With you, it ain't no other place I'd rather be
Got everything I want, got everything I need
You're my boo
My boo, my boo
If we disagree, it ain't no argument
'Cause baby, you're my angel, you were heaven-sent
Don't want nobody else, baby, it's evident
It's just you and only you
Never been so in love (I never been so in love)
No matter what (no matter what)
Not giving it up (not giving it up, oh)
I'ma stand on business when it come to you (yeah)
I do anything to make you feel comfortable (ah, yeah)
Yeah, your last didn't know how to handle you
But I do (I do)
I do, I do
I'ma stand on ten, let me show you how
Yeah, you had a couple lovers, but it's over now
Ain't gon' find nobody that's gon' hold you down
Like I do
I do, I do (yeah)
I do
I do, I do (I do)
I do
I do, I do
Writer: Gamal "Lunchmoney" Lewis, Jeff Gitelman, Jordan Johnson, Kevin Theodore, Naujour Grainger, Nija Charles, Priscilla Renee Hamilton, Stefan Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fantastic
It starts with you
Since the first time, it's always been you
But you lied straight to my face
You left me hopin', cut myself open for you (D-Diego)
All starts with you
Ah, yeah
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, woah, I gave my love to a ho
She used to treat me like shit, you always treat me like gold
I hope that nobody knows, I know that nobody knows
She put my heart on the stove, yeah, she put my heart on the, uh
Woah, you put the "F" in fantastic
Don't think I'm being dramatic, baby, your love is a magnet, yeah, uh
Baby, your love is a magnet, baby, your love is a magnet
You put the "F" in fantastic
Yeah, uh, you put the "F" in freak (freak)
I know that you kind of shy, uh, so I leave that right in the sheets, uh
I put the "R" in Rolls-Royce, you like, "Come and pull up on me" (yeah)
I told ya, "Baby, just stay up, I'ma pull up about three"
Yeah, uh, uh, I never f*cked wit' no groupies
I'm living life like a movie, champagne showers in the jacuzzi
You said you heard of my name before, but you mistake me for Toosie
'Til you found out who I really was, then you let me play wit' your, uh
Yeah, I'm living life like a rock star
But you know that I'm a pop star and these other niggas is not hard
Uh, uh, and these other niggas is not hard, these other niggas is not hard
These other niggas is not hard
Baby, you know that they not hard
I'm living life like a rock star
I'm living life like a, uh
Woah, I used to f*ck wit' a ho
I hope that nobody knows, I hope that nobody-
Uh, woah, I gave my love to a ho
She used to treat me like shit, you always treat me like gold
I hope that nobody knows, I know that nobody knows
She put my heart on the stove, yeah, she put my heart on the, uh
Woah, you put the "F" in fantastic
Don't think I'm being dramatic, baby, your love is a magnet, yeah, uh
Baby, your love is a magnet, baby, your love is a magnet
You put the "F" in fantastic
Since the first time, it's always been you
But you lied straight to my face
You left me hopin', cut myself open for you (D-Diego)
All starts with you
Ah, yeah
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, woah, I gave my love to a ho
She used to treat me like shit, you always treat me like gold
I hope that nobody knows, I know that nobody knows
She put my heart on the stove, yeah, she put my heart on the, uh
Woah, you put the "F" in fantastic
Don't think I'm being dramatic, baby, your love is a magnet, yeah, uh
Baby, your love is a magnet, baby, your love is a magnet
You put the "F" in fantastic
Yeah, uh, you put the "F" in freak (freak)
I know that you kind of shy, uh, so I leave that right in the sheets, uh
I put the "R" in Rolls-Royce, you like, "Come and pull up on me" (yeah)
I told ya, "Baby, just stay up, I'ma pull up about three"
Yeah, uh, uh, I never f*cked wit' no groupies
I'm living life like a movie, champagne showers in the jacuzzi
You said you heard of my name before, but you mistake me for Toosie
'Til you found out who I really was, then you let me play wit' your, uh
Yeah, I'm living life like a rock star
But you know that I'm a pop star and these other niggas is not hard
Uh, uh, and these other niggas is not hard, these other niggas is not hard
These other niggas is not hard
Baby, you know that they not hard
I'm living life like a rock star
I'm living life like a, uh
Woah, I used to f*ck wit' a ho
I hope that nobody knows, I hope that nobody-
Uh, woah, I gave my love to a ho
She used to treat me like shit, you always treat me like gold
I hope that nobody knows, I know that nobody knows
She put my heart on the stove, yeah, she put my heart on the, uh
Woah, you put the "F" in fantastic
Don't think I'm being dramatic, baby, your love is a magnet, yeah, uh
Baby, your love is a magnet, baby, your love is a magnet
You put the "F" in fantastic
Writer: Diego Avendano, Donald Cody Tarpley Jr., Erich Christopher Lange, Naujour Grainger, Oskar Widen, Rasmus Wahlgren, Vincent van den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sticks and Stones
You can't tell me that you love me
'Cause I know the truth, your lovin' really hurt so bad
You can't tell me that you love me
When I know you really hope I only burn and crash
Save her
She don't wanna be saved, her heart made of glass
Uh, sticks and stones, they make break my bones
But your words won't last
You only love me when you all alone and can't get sleep
You so emotionless, I bet your heart don't even beep
You left me right inside a warzone, and fortunes keep
And never came back, it all felt so bittersweet
You look just like demons in my dream
Don't need your company
I'm so tired, can't even sleep
But scared to go to sleep
Uh, the odds even now
I met a girl yesterday, and she was sweet as Now & Laters
And she don't need no one to save her
And she's courageous, and she's her own savior
Uh, left letters inside your backpack
Still haven't took a nap yet
Only because I'm scared of my demons
Only to find that you the one I'm running from
And then I realized that you the demon that I been seeing
So tell me, how do I feel?
Once you realize that love isn't even real
It was all a dream, but you fall in love still
Just to wake up wit' nothin' that you built
You look just like demons in my dream
Don't need your company
I'm so tired can't even sleep
But scared to go to sleep
You can't tell me that you love me
'Cause I know the truth, your lovin' really hurt so bad
You can't tell me that you love me
When I know you really hope I only burn and crash
Save her
She don't wanna be saved, her heart made of glass
Uh, sticks and stones, they make break my bones
But your words won't last
'Cause I know the truth, your lovin' really hurt so bad
You can't tell me that you love me
When I know you really hope I only burn and crash
Save her
She don't wanna be saved, her heart made of glass
Uh, sticks and stones, they make break my bones
But your words won't last
You only love me when you all alone and can't get sleep
You so emotionless, I bet your heart don't even beep
You left me right inside a warzone, and fortunes keep
And never came back, it all felt so bittersweet
You look just like demons in my dream
Don't need your company
I'm so tired, can't even sleep
But scared to go to sleep
Uh, the odds even now
I met a girl yesterday, and she was sweet as Now & Laters
And she don't need no one to save her
And she's courageous, and she's her own savior
Uh, left letters inside your backpack
Still haven't took a nap yet
Only because I'm scared of my demons
Only to find that you the one I'm running from
And then I realized that you the demon that I been seeing
So tell me, how do I feel?
Once you realize that love isn't even real
It was all a dream, but you fall in love still
Just to wake up wit' nothin' that you built
You look just like demons in my dream
Don't need your company
I'm so tired can't even sleep
But scared to go to sleep
You can't tell me that you love me
'Cause I know the truth, your lovin' really hurt so bad
You can't tell me that you love me
When I know you really hope I only burn and crash
Save her
She don't wanna be saved, her heart made of glass
Uh, sticks and stones, they make break my bones
But your words won't last
Writer: Daryus Anthony, Jason Constantin, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
