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Hey girls, gather round
Listen to what I’m putting down
Hey baby, I’m your handy man

I’m not the kind to use a pencil or rule
I’m handy with love and I’m no fool
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can

If your broken heart should need repair
Then I am the man to see
I whisper sweet things
You tell all your friends
They’ll come running to me

Here is the main thing that I want to say
I’m busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts
I know that I truly can

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come, oh yeahc
They’ll come running to me

Here is the main thing I want to say
I’m busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts, baby
I’m your handy man

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come, come yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s me
(Come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come)
I’m your handy man (yeah, yeah, yeah) that’s me
(Come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come)
I’m your handy man
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck the heels and dress
It’s nothing I can do it in a suit yeah
Brown liquor I’m a sippa’
I could flip a deal like you do yeah

I don’t follow no instructions
Imma’ make you do something

I am a lion
I am a woman
Nothing can stop me
I do what I wanna
I am I am I am I am
I am the new breed
But your crown don’t fit me

Grab my pussy
Imma’ say it imma’ sing with attitude yeah
Imma” say to your face I’m a boss and it’s the truth yeah

I don’t need no introduction
Imma’ lead with the production

This shit is simple do the the math
I’m the answer and the proof yeah

I am a lion
I am a woman
Nothing can stop me
I do what I wanna
I am I am I am I am
I am the new breed
But your crown don’t fit me

Imma’ do this like I own it
Never stumble cause I want it
And I don’t give a duck
So if you see me keep it going
You should give me a trophy
Cause I don’t give a fuck

Everybody put your hands up
If you got the sauce and it’s dripping over
Follow me

Imma’ go beast Imma’ go Hulk
Imma’ black panther when I when I walk
I’m my own band when the go
Dibbia Diddide dibbido

[Verse 1]
Chewed up, I’ve been kicking rocks, kicking shit
I’ve been rolling up that 8-1, don’t try this
Narcotics in my bloodstream, I don’t feel a damn thing
Moral of the story: don’t die kids

I just want a little when that bass hits
Listen to my words: “don’t do this”
I’m not insecure, I’m stupid
So stupid

[PreChorus]
I’m sorry that I scared your mother
Plus I’m sorry that your dad died
Now I don’t wanna start no trouble
But I got a couple rules you should live by

[Chorus]
Take drugs, stay high
Here to fuck it up from the outside
Pop pills in the day time
And if I die tell my mama that I died like a rockstar
Fucking cop cars they won’t ever catch us
Like a rockstar, living too fast, like a rockstar

[Verse 2]
I sing when the drugs hit
People feel my heartbeat
Devil overdose, go play this

Right next to the moshpit
And if I bleed then I drink codeine
Go pay this

See I don’t [?] when my friends do
Ten girls lined up for the bathroom

And if you don’t get high, don’t pretend to
It’s kinda sad dude

[PreChorus]
I never meant to scare your mother
She ain’t never meant much like
I’ve been fucking hoes and poppin’ pillies, tryna start it, but it’s not just how I feel, this is real like

[Chorus]
Take drugs, stay high
Here to fuck it up from the outside
Pop pills in the day time
And if I die tell my mama that I died like a rockstar
Fucking cop cars they won’t ever catch
Like a rockstar, living too fast, like a rockstar

[Bridge]
Tell em’ that I died like a rockstar
Tell em’ I got high like a rockstar
Put me in design, gonna put me on the dime
Keep my legacy alive like a rockstar

Last time, lemme ask if you all forgive me
See I worship the dead, they worship the living
I don’t pop the molly, got my people, weed, blow
Take this shit, you motherfucking think so

[Chorus]
Take drugs, stay high
Here to fuck it up from the outside
Pop pills in the day time
And if I die tell my mama that I died like a rockstar
Fucking cop cars they won’t ever catch us
Like a rockstar, living too fast, like a rockstar

Oh no no no
Like a motherfucking rockstar
Oh no no no
Like a motherfucking rockstar
Ooh, yeah yeah
Like a rockstar

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Verse 1]
Startin’ it up after dark
Chasin’ thoughts, cruisin’ through Echo Park
Joined the vultures eatin’ paradise
Gettin’ tilted, yeah, we’ll pay the price (But ain’t it nice?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Skippin’ lines and brushin’ past the suits
Duckin’ pictures and droppin’ some truths
Now I’m gettin’ lost up in the Hills
But cruise the ’Gram and now I’m catchin’ feels
Is this for real?

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Bridge]
Yeah, you know
It’s only in L.A
Yeah, uh huh
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Only in L.A
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Outro]
(Lo-fi, lo-fi)
Yeah, uh huh
Highs filtered through the low
You know, woo
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Intro]
Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
Money called in I’ll be up in the morning
Money called in best believe that I’m balling
You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on?
They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!)
Smoke on the block with the propane
Cookie came from the coast
Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store
Whip in that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low

[Hook]
I can’t be stressing, I just keep the dough, man
In the Bentley look like cocaine
Why he talking he a no-name
Thirties, cook em’ up like low, man
I’m on some other shit
They say they balling they really be fumbling
Imma just fuck her and say that I’m done with it
I put your gang on the map and they loving it
Hey, I went through pain for the racks she can’t touch me, nah
She hop in the V, give me jaw
We rockin’ the lean get it all
I hurt her head and can’t hear them at all
I know they with it but I cannot fall
They like “Hood favourite that money get tall”
Pay for the pavement but don’t get involved
She let me glaze it I don’t even call
Imma hit it this shit off, Chris Paul
Off that Henny I don’t want, Crystal
Niggas’ playing like they tough, they soft
We got money had a marriage, I got a bad bitch, ass fat she embarrassed
Call her anything but average, paper be stacking
Add that to the carriage

[Chorus]
(Aye), Money called in I’ll be up in the morning
Money called in best believe that I’m balling
You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on?
They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!)
Smoke on the block with the propane
Cookie came from the coast
Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store
Whip in that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low