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[Intro]
K. Swisha

[Chorus]
1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh)
Bitch I’m high as fuck, man I can’t even roll my weed (Skrt skrt)
Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce)
Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)
1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh)
Bitch I’m high as fuck, man I can’t even roll my weed (Skrt skrt)
Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce)
Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)

[Verse]
Ooh, you think that you stylish but nobody stylin’ me (Skrt skrt)
You think that you stylish but nobody stylin’ me (Hey)
We smoke exotic, okay tell nobody
Yeah I got a room while yo’ ass in the lobby
You know where to find me, you still be in high, please
Used to be in Follies, now I need a ten piece
Louis V don’t tempt me, smoke it ’til it’s empty
Push that pedal like ten speed, Road Runner meet me
Really tryna clap them cheat sheets, first class goin’ up
You know that she glowin’ up, tell that lil’ bih hold up
You know my money don’t fold, satellite, I’m goin’ up
Cashew I’m going nut, bad bih on the bus
You see how my life linin’ up, uh (Ooh)
Now I got enough, uh (Ooh)
All my diamonds bust (Ooh)
I got bread like crust (Ooh)

[Chorus]
1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh)
Bitch I’m high as fuck, man I can’t even roll my weed (Skrt skrt)
Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce)
Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)
1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh)
Bitch I’m high as fuck, man I can’t even roll my weed (Skrt skrt)
Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce)
Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes]
A song a day for six years seems like light years away from today
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Too many coincidences and instances of God’s hand, it’s insane
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I thought my way to greatness
I could claim this, but he gave me the brain (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You know what I’m saying?
And those thoughts can get confusing, it’s amusing
But tonight, we celebrate (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately?

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
And I don’t mean John Travolta, yeah
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes]
Dancing under sunset, in the mountains, just reflecting for the day
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I’ve seen this in my head a million times
But to see it come to life is just insane (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Champagne and orange juice
Mimosas were Pulp Fiction in the way (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
That all can get confusing, it’s amusing, but tonight (Celebrate)

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately? (Oh)

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Bridge: Jon Bellion]
Put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately? (Oh)

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Outro: Jon Bellion]
Far away, Hardaway
Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta
Far away, Hardaway
Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home
(Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta)
(Don’t mean John Travolta)
Call me home
I’m ready to go

[Intro]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun

[Verse 1]
Fuck my friends, they’re gone
They all left one by one
And now that summer’s done
They don’t need no more fun
Yeah, I drive around on my own
I’m rich, but my A/C broke
Don’t check no mail, no phone
And I tell them I’m not home

[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep to myself
Fuck with no one else
And I know it’s my fault
But I don’t care
And I keep to myself
Who are you to pretend?
And I know it’s my fault
It’ll never end

[Chorus]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is nothin’
Yeah, all my friends no—
(No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can’t get no sleep
I look so good in green
I run, I run, I run (I run, I run)
And I don’t have no more dreams
I drive around on my own
Feel dead, but I feel my bones (My bones)
I hide out on my throne (My throne)
Open up, now my cover’s blown
Yeah, now my cover’s blown
Yeah, now my cover’s blown
Oh, now my cover’s blown
Oh, now my cover’s—

[Chorus]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no f—
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is nothin’
Yeah, all my friends no—

[Outro]
No fun, no fun, no—
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun

[Intro]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam

[Verse 1]
She keeps Moët et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake,’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try

All I need is one
One old man is enough
Babe, you got it wrong
Please turn your fears into trust, to trust

Where’d the love go
When all is said and done

Hey now I got your hands in the air
I’mma go through your stuff

Where’d the love go
You put the running into run

You asking me to stay
But I never met a girl I could trust

You’re sayin’ those words
Like you hate me now
Our house is burning
When you’re raised in hell

Here in the ashes your soul cries out
But don’t be afraid of these thunderclouds

These thunderclouds oh no
These thunderclouds oh no no

All I need is love
All I need is a word
All I need is us
You turned nouns into verbs, to verbs

Where’d the love go
When all is said and…

Hey now put your hands in the air
I’mma go through your stuff

Where’d the love go
You put the running into run
You’re asking me to stay
But I never met a man I could trust

You’re sayin’ those words
Like you hate me now
Our house is burning
When you’re raising hell

Here in the ashes your soul cries out
But don’t be afraid of these thunderclouds

These thunderclouds
Oh noo, these thunderclouds
Ohhh, these thunderclouds

Ohh no, these thunderclouds
Ohh no, these thunderclouds

These thunderclouds

You’re sayin’ those words
Like you hate me now
Our house is burning
When you’re raising hell

Here in the ashes your soul cries out
But don’t be afraid of these thunderclouds

These thunderclouds
Oh noo, these thunderclouds
Ohhh, these thunderclouds

Ohh no, these thunderclouds
Ohh no no, these thunderclouds