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I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
"I had to trash the hotel lobby"

But I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

In every city I got one with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
But I can’t even lie, you got me

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood]
I feel just like Zayn
I feel just like Harry
I cop it and I flip it
Have it sittin’ on pirellis
Me and all my niggas
South side, One Direction
Tens and tens and tens and tens
Got lenses in my direction
Flow to my location
Lowkey I’m in Cali just avoiding my probation
Fuck your jurisdiction, fuck the federales
Sold out by my father, he gon’ feel the karma
When I get the, get the commas, nigga
I don’t have, I don’t have no fear, nigga
Buy the ounce, sellin’ ounces over here, nigga
I don’t lie, I just bought a whole grill
Arguing with my bitch, my whip sit twenty-six

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Lowkey I’m a heartthrob
And I ain’t drop an album yet
I’m something like a poster
Sitting on your girl’s wall
And something about my face
Make her take her clothes off
Ya’ll say I got bitches
But y’all bitches make my dick soft
Why y’all always mad cause I’m feeling myself
What the fuck you mean?
I can’t feel myself?
Old girl suburban
But now I’m on to new things
Ego like celebrity, but real like a dope fiend
Tanning out in Hollywood, got Chantel’s on my coattails
From motels to hotels, I’m good
I’m good, From hotels to motels, I’m good
I’m good, From hotels to motels, I’m good

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys

[Bridge: ?]
They say that they want, they forgot about-
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
In the city I’m a menace
I give [?] some [?]
Marathons I gotta finish
Foreign whip is speaking Yiddish
Lately I been feeling vicious
Why y’all crying like some infants
You don’t wanna be a witness
Then you better mind your fucking business
All these crimes [?]
We the only dogs spitting venom
[??] tried to tell them
But they wanted me to be the villain
They just wanted me to lose
Ones I love, made me choose
Had to cut the ones I thought I’d take to the top
Just to watch them make a move
Dropped out of college
Smoking the same [??]
Last year I was suicidal
[?] those thoughts I tried to kill it
Used to avoid being paranoid
Huffin [??] my boys
Pack it up, shake the world [??]
Give me love before you try to give me noise

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys

[Outro: ?]
They say that they want, they forgot about-
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want, they forgot about-
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want, they forgot about-
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooh, ayy
14, 14, 14, babe yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon’ blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
You wan’ touch then you get poked, bitch
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]
They thought I was dead but I’m still alive
I just needed time to relax bitch
I just needed time, now I’m back bitch
The money coming faster than it ever did
Please play this at my funeral
If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I’m sorry for the life I chose
But this the life I chose
Mama I’m sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 3: Chris King]
I see more tombstones than the undertaker
And if we fuck now we can’t cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up
Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain’t from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing I’m shooting fuck up god’s creation
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing
Woah, oh that’s a vest? well it’s your mind I’m aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone

[Verse]
It’s the major that the majors wanna sign
They used to pay me for my poppy now they pay me for my rhymes
And most these older rappers hate me on the sly
‘Cause we achieved the same things but it just took me half the time
Let’s tell the truth
I don’t plan on running out of juice
Niggas tryna pose like they represent the youth
I double up the tints, they got me blacking out the coupe
And nothing was the same since my Fire in the Booth
Shit, look at me now, they saying that I’m the golden child
Can’t nobody hold me down
Ay, oi trust me, I feel the same
Mummy told me go get this money and kill the game
2017, I’ve got the leeches on the ropes
Swear these niggas see me and they choke
And niggas used to bang but nowadays them man are tweeting all the smoke
And these rappers big me up ’cause they don’t need me at their throats
Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low
Having little meetings saying "Stormzy’s gotta go"
Woah, I think I got you on your toes
And if I’m being honest with you, I am not your bro
Man say it with your chest if you’re an opp
Cah I feel always loved but mandem moving like it’s not
And I am not prepared to be a snake to get my spot
But I see them doing neeky little shit to get me blocked
What the fuck is that?
I’ve been keeping quiet for a sec but now I’m busting back
Got my brother sorting out my cheques, I need to cut him slack
Loading up the bullets in my head and then I double tap
Fuck that, I’ll drop another banger, get another plaque
Feeling like I’m running out of favours
Fire on the streets got me bunning down my neighbours
I could flex on your girl like "Honey, I’m a badders"
Man I swear down, I’ma be the number one for ages
The fat dumb judge took a look at me and threw the book at me
Told me what I couldn’t be and what I wouldn’t be
Never saw the good in me, just the cook in me
And now we ain’t getting paid the same, check the booking fee
Man I told them that I’m coming for the riches
Come to make a change, they’re coming for the bitches
These funny little rappers and their funny little disses
And haha, you don’t make more money than my missus
Little fuckboys, tell them I ain’t playing
Turn into a savage when I’m spraying
Please do not disturb me when I’m praying
These dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we’re staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first tape, they want the sequel
Check the work rate isn’t equal
Scary foes on a scary beat, it’s getting evil
And if I need to talk about P’s, I phone Lethal
Yeah, Bizzle, that’s my family, got a little family
He said you’ve got some millis now, welcome to the family
Remember when you done the Dench Tour and you brang me
2017 now I’m directing like I’m Stan Lee
Feeling better than I’ve ever been
Filled with adrenaline
Ghanaian king, you can see it in my melanin
Do a world tour, going places that you’ve never been
Man are doing shows now from Serbia to Kettering
It’s funny how it happens when you’re young and you’re blessed
When they’re saying no but my God’s saying yes
They stabbed me in my back and put a gun to my chest
But I drink from his blood and I eat from his flesh
Let me balance it, jump on a beat then I savage it
They tried to raise up the P’s then I straddle it
You know I came to compete like Abramovich
I just announced the biggest deal in football, let me brag a bit
That’s #POGBAck #SoClear #HatingNeverEverGotYouNowhere
Tell me that my city isn’t pretty but I know here
Hometown hero, got my niggas and my soul here
That’s no fear, tried to have me catting for a figure
I know the game, I know to them I’m just a nigga
I’ll leave the game before it ever turns me bitter
And I’ll phone my brudda’s phone before I see it all on Twitter
What happened to being real?
My friends supposed to tell me how they feel
But speaking up on Twitter isn’t trill
They said I need to sign and then they said I need a deal
They said I shouldn’t sign and then they said I need to deal
I’ve got my brother as my manager
A crew are on the brand side
Flipz, that’s my right hand
Way before the gang ties
Rhyme’s on his trap shit, used to have the [?]
Stop chatting ’bout my trophies, man I won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don’t beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don’t like man, but they know they’ll never get us
You want my man, I won’t lie, he’s probably jealous
Couple man behind the scenes that I just wouldn’t reveal
Know them real shower demons that are looking for thrills
You know them real show demons that will [?] him for real
And yeah I came with the goons but they’re booking me still
Check it, I’ll be posted on the block like a lowlife
I like my watches with no h’ice
You know I’ve got this, I’m so nice
Impostors with no pride, the mosh pits are so live
Them man are iffy, yeah they’re gunning for my doom
But everybody’s bad until they run into a goon
They told me back in summer I should drop a summer tune
But I’ve been working fucking hard, the second album’s coming soon
I swear, GSAP Forever

[Verse 1]
You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m new to this
But I have seen this all before

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case you go and leave me in the dirt

Every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true

[Chorus]
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
No way that you’ll see me cry
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
[I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)

[Verse 2]
I know you’re thinking I’m heartless
I know you’re thinking I’m cold
I’m just protecting my innocence
I’m just protecting my soul

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case you go and leave me in the dirt

Every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true

[Chorus]
I’m way to good at goodbyes
(I’m way to good at goodbyes)
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
No way that you’ll see me cry
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
[I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)

[Bridge]
No way that you’ll see me cry
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way to good at goodbyes)
No
No, no, no, no, no
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
No, no, no, no
No, no, no
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)

[Chorus]
‘Cause overtime you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m way too good at goodbyes

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