Day Dreamers Club

Why they all think, you gotta die young, for them to respect you
And why does she lurk, on my phone, she doesn't trust me
Me

And I be rocking out Saint Laurent, Gucci on my feet, dying young
Keep a 38, incase he books, he so traumatized got 'em shook (yuh, aye)
Workin on projects, hop in the mosh pit, counting all blue racks, counting the blue stacks
Lean in the double cup, gang be all booted up, this ain't no scrimmage, there is no limits (yuh)
Pick her up in a Benz, there is no loose ends, why did I cop a Benz, just 'cause I got bands
Dollar Signs in my eyes, I can't see a thing, why she telling lies, I know everything (yuh)
Blue Balenciaga's, Brains on my new Prada
Blue Balenciaga's, Brains on my new Prada
Blue Balenciaga's, Brains on my new Prada
Blue Balenciaga's, Brains on my new Prada

Why they all think, you gotta die young, for them to respect you
And why does she lurk, on my phone, she doesn't trust me
Me
Why they all think, you gotta die young, for them to respect you
And why does she lurk, on my phone, she doesn't trust me
Me



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