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[MØ:]
I am walking down that road
Where did all the flowers go?
They say we’re supposed to grow
Learning from the highs and low
All eyes lying on me, oh
Begging me to play the role
‘Cause I’m gonna get it right, I’m gonna get it right

They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
When the sky is filled with smoke and fire
I’m gonna get it right
All I want is something better in the purple light
They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right

[Goldlink:]
Switch the lanes, folk though feel the lays
Undercover sweater Balmain, boo cease it
Some of feelin’ when I’m feelin’ rappin’ like a Weezer
Love forgive me he know prayin’ when he hit the fan, Jesus
Can’t go, Janet ride the pool, I feel it
Almost in my goal but I still hit lose, swimming
Losers up, ain’t nobody reaching you, baby
Ain’t nobody stepping you, baby

[MØ:]
You try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
When the sky is filled with smoke and fire
I’m gonna get it right
All I want is something better in the purple light
They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right

I’m gonna get it right
I’m gonna get it right

[Verse]
I still miss you, baby, after all this time
But if I wait here, will you be there, times two?
I still miss you, baby, after all this time
But if I wait here, will you be there, times two?

[Chorus]
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
(Will you be there, times two?)
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
Will you be there, times two?

[Drop 1]
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you after all this time

[Verse]
I still miss you, baby, after all this time
But if I wait here, will you be there, times two?
I still miss you, baby, after all this time
But if I wait here, will you be there, times two?

[Chorus]
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
(Will you be there, times two?)
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
I still miss you, I still miss you
Will you be there, times two?

[Drop 2]
Whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh
Whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh
Whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh
And I hope you know
That I can’t do this on my own
And, baby, I know I was wrong
But I’ll be there, times two

[Outro]
And I hope you know
That I can’t do this on my own
And, baby, I know I was wrong
But I’ll be there, times two
And I hope you know
That I can’t do this on my own
And, baby, I know I was wrong
But I’ll be there, times two

[Verse: Lud Foe]
Your bitch is a gunner
Ride foreigns in the summer
Pop pills, smoke weed
I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
Big rims on Tuxs
Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
A dose, shut the lights
I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin’ lights
Highspeed, Hellcat
Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin’ that
Fuck your bitch from the back
Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back
Forgiatos mounted up
Check a big bag of money then I count it up
Homicides, zip ’em up
He ain’t breathin’ tell the coroners go and pick ’em up
Pull up, slide doors
Blue strips, open doors
Designer drugs, designer clothes
Designer hoes, designer coats
New whips, pigeon toe
New ice, rose gold
New price, show sold
Bankrolls don’t fold
Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
[?] so strong make a junkie itch blow
Water whippin’, I broke the stove
Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
You a killer, April Fools
Nigga get this shit confused you gon’ make the news
Dealerships, foreign whips
Cash out, poker chips
Thick bitch, [?]
Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
These niggas all talk
Hit the mall [?]
These niggas throw salt
They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault
Follow the trails, I’m drippin’ sauce
Leg hangin’ out the car cause my doors off
He off lean, he dosed off
He ain’t see me comin’ with that Mossberg sawed off
Poppin’ pills let me [?]
Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8
Pappadeaux and steak
Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
Presidential, Obama
Naw not the president I’m talkin’ marijuana
My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja
Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder
In the strip club throwin’ ones
I’m standin’ on the bar, showin’ out
These Gucci shoes ain’t comin’ out
Donuts, burnt outs
Nascar, fast car watch the engine ’bout
See a lame point ’em out
My homie tweakin’ off the shit, he’ll knock ’em out
Your time is runnin’ out
We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
I get it by the large amout
I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin’ out

[AJ Hernz]
Yeah I might just pull up on sight, yeah
My purple drink and some sprite, yeah
I’m out of Texas, yeah
But I’m in LA for the night
How bout I book you a flight
Wrack up the miles tonight
I know you working
But you should do more with your time

I might not play in the major leagues
But I’ve been balling in these streets
Running it up in the bills, yeah
I am as cool as Pharrell, yeah
Balling with you like a bell, yeah
I’m feeling more like myself, yeah

I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

Imma just say how I feel, yeah yeah
Guess it ain’t obvious
You make it hard to be real, yeah yeah
Might be a lot for you
But when we chillin it’s a vibe, yeah
You gotta know are we texting or talking, yeah
Cause when these notifications be poppin in
I just look down at my phone and be smiling, yeah

I might just hit you tonight, yeah
Tell you to get a flight, yeah
I’m tired of texting, yeah
I’m might be spending the night, yeah
Make sure that I’m looking right, yeah
Tonight I got nothing but time, yeah
Cool as my henny on ice, yeah
When you with me it’s a vibe, yeah

[AJ Hernz]
I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

[AJ Hernz]
Cause you out of my league and that’s foreal
So I ain’t got a choice but to be real
But I be cuddling you tight, yeah
I’ll tell you what I like, yeah
I see you working
But I’ll work you out through the night
I ain’t gonna pass on ya
Baby I rock witcha
I’m shooting my shot witcha
I’m shooting my shot witcha

[AJ Hernz]
I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Daniel Seavey & All & Jonah Marais]
I don’t want a girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen
Or spends a stack of dollar bills on a limousine
I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears baggy jeans
Rockin’ Nike Airs, what the hell are Louboutins?
Don’t want no fake tan, short skirt, daddy’s money don’t work
Shop until you drop on the town
I want a smart girl, stronger than her father
Someone who will laugh at tryna fit in the crowd (ah-ow, ow)

[Pre-Chorus: Jonah Marais]
And all we used to dream about
Is getting rich and getting out
Move to the nicer part of town
Where we’d have numbers on our house
It took a while to figure out
What type of girl that I’m about
Who brings the real man out of me, yah

[Chorus: Zach Herron & All & Jack Avery]
I don’t really want no trust fund baby
I like my women independent
And I say to people, "That’s my lady"
And we don’t need nothing e-e-e-lse
I don’t want no trust fund baby
Save your money, don’t spend it
And I say to people, "That’s my lady"
And we don’t need nothing e-e-e-lse

[Verse 2: Corbyn Besson & Jonah Marais]
I don’t want a girl who take selfies, want her makeup free
Don’t want no mean girl lady, a pink prom queen
I want a girl who climbs trees, always dirt on her jeans
Her daddy told her how to fix cars, maybe she could fix me
I want a throwback kid who loves Missy Elliot
Who for my birthday, makes a mixtape and puts it on cassette
Want a girl with common sense, who’s dripping in confidence
Don’t wanna die to get rich but she love Fifty Cent (ah-ow, ow)

[Pre-Chorus: Jonah Marais]
And all we used to dream about
Is getting rich and getting out
Move to the nicer part of town
Where we’d have numbers on our house
It took a while to figure out
What type of girl that I’m about
Who brings the real man out of me, yah

[Chorus: Zach Herron & All & Jack Avery]
I don’t really want no trust fund baby
I like my women independent
And I say to people, "That’s my lady"
And we don’t need nothing e-e-e-lse
I don’t want no trust fund baby
Save your money, don’t spend it
And I say to people, "That’s my lady"
And we don’t need nothing e-e-e-lse

[Bridge: Jack Avery & Zach Herron & Daniel Seavey]
I don’t want no
I don’t want no trust fund baby (no, I don’t want me)
I just want me a proper lady (no, I don’t want me)
I don’t want no trust fund baby (no, I don’t want me)

[Chorus: Zach Herron & All & Daniel Seavey]
I don’t really want no trust fund baby
I like my women independent (hey!)
And I say to people, "That’s my lady" (that’s my lady, na-na-na-na-na)
And we don’t need nothing e-e-e-lse

[Outro: Jack Avery & Jonah Marais & Zach Herron]
I don’t want no
I don’t want no trust fund baby (no, I don’t want me)
I just want me a proper lady (no, I don’t want me)
I don’t want no trust fund baby (no, I don’t want me)
No, I don’t want me