Coachella
And we up, hey
And we up
Say we up, hey
Gritt
Look, living a lie, I give you my word
I only made it here 'cause I reached deep in her purse
Look, I was just destined to find out a lot about her
You say I'm stupid but I did everything in my power
To make her mines, I was just tryna read her mind
I was just tryna see her shine, I was just tryna see her smile
For a while not a minute, I wasn't gon' hit and quit it
Like these other niggas do, but that ain't my business
My business is to make sure you straight
Make sure you got a plate to eat every night
Your moms called, I said "damn you late"
She left for work, she'll be back round 8
She like "damn this hurts," I'll call back round 8
Committed ma, yo these two got the deepest bond
I'm talking like Dough and Ron
My job is make the dough and run, but ain't no running no more
All I needed was equipment to build up a studio
Like yo, you're so beautiful
And all the things I would do for you
Is priceless, I can't believe I'm living like this
Committed, girl inside there's a life
And it's growing baby girl almost showing
Gave you my word and my token, that I'm
Staying forever, we gon' raise her together
We gon' live together
And when he get old enough, we gon' show 'em Coachella
We gon' show 'em Coachella
Show 'em Coachella
We gon' show 'em Coachella, hey
Gon' show 'em Coachella
Volar
Look, living a lie, I give you my word
I only made it here because I started slangin' them percs
I was tryin' make it out for you and this shit ain't work
Yea we made some dope songs but they never got heard
And it was never 'cause of you baby don't deal with that hurt
Ain't no aces in that deck so we gon' grow on the curb
Rough life so I tried to make it better for her
One time slam me down, put my face in the dirt
Look, never put my face on a shirt
Put my music in Times Square, I swear I'll be fine, swear
I know you bug your moms all the time
Show her pictures of me, never get too distant from me
If you hear it in the distance baby listen for me
And when you make it to Coachella, save your ticket for me, uh
Feeling guilty cause I never got to show you Coachella
I never got to show you Coachella
Hey, show you Coachella
I never got to, hey
I never got to show you Coachella
Volar
And we up
Say we up, hey
Gritt
Look, living a lie, I give you my word
I only made it here 'cause I reached deep in her purse
Look, I was just destined to find out a lot about her
You say I'm stupid but I did everything in my power
To make her mines, I was just tryna read her mind
I was just tryna see her shine, I was just tryna see her smile
For a while not a minute, I wasn't gon' hit and quit it
Like these other niggas do, but that ain't my business
My business is to make sure you straight
Make sure you got a plate to eat every night
Your moms called, I said "damn you late"
She left for work, she'll be back round 8
She like "damn this hurts," I'll call back round 8
Committed ma, yo these two got the deepest bond
I'm talking like Dough and Ron
My job is make the dough and run, but ain't no running no more
All I needed was equipment to build up a studio
Like yo, you're so beautiful
And all the things I would do for you
Is priceless, I can't believe I'm living like this
Committed, girl inside there's a life
And it's growing baby girl almost showing
Gave you my word and my token, that I'm
Staying forever, we gon' raise her together
We gon' live together
And when he get old enough, we gon' show 'em Coachella
We gon' show 'em Coachella
Show 'em Coachella
We gon' show 'em Coachella, hey
Gon' show 'em Coachella
Volar
Look, living a lie, I give you my word
I only made it here because I started slangin' them percs
I was tryin' make it out for you and this shit ain't work
Yea we made some dope songs but they never got heard
And it was never 'cause of you baby don't deal with that hurt
Ain't no aces in that deck so we gon' grow on the curb
Rough life so I tried to make it better for her
One time slam me down, put my face in the dirt
Look, never put my face on a shirt
Put my music in Times Square, I swear I'll be fine, swear
I know you bug your moms all the time
Show her pictures of me, never get too distant from me
If you hear it in the distance baby listen for me
And when you make it to Coachella, save your ticket for me, uh
Feeling guilty cause I never got to show you Coachella
I never got to show you Coachella
Hey, show you Coachella
I never got to, hey
I never got to show you Coachella
Volar
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Writer(s): Dechristopher Wyche
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