Big wheels on top, my Heart rate don't stop, you Might as well call the cops, fame Turned a nigga to a opp, I Been down so low, seen the floor Turn both doors into echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes My niggas ain't see no more cash I got rich way too fast My mama still work at Sonic, nigga I didn't even finish college, nigga Got a lot of guilt inside of me My niggas back home ain't proud of me They think I'm a bitch, just queerbaiting Quit being a bitch and quit hating Y'all pump faking, I'm a power bottom Like a Free Mason, y'all stuck playing That's complacent, I'm cum chasing My niggas back home got fundraisers So self-centered, I'm amazing Took a nigga years, got dumb patience Dumb dumb parents who I been saying Should've shook them niggas off like some dumb braces Running from nothing, in a hunnid or something Tell my baby I want him to keep me up when we fussing Under the sheets where we touching, I keep his work just to function I can't hear him or nothing, further, my nigga, we jumping
Compositores: Clifford F Simpson (Ian Simpson) (BMI), Jack Michael Antonoff (Jack Antonoff) (BMI), Romil Hemnani (BMI)Editores: American Songs Beta (BMI), Ducky Donath Music (BMI), Perfect Haircut Publishing (BMI), ATV Music (BMI), Summer Labeouf Music (BMI), These Are Pulse Songs (BMI)Administração: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ATV Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #22732971 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM