BMW
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Why you always stressin' 'bout the past (Yeah, yeah)
You don't wanna do it like that (you don't wanna do it like that)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
These days Siri gotta wake me up
Close down Sephora looks like we are never making up
I said that I feel you but you don't believe me
I been through it too
You think I was gonna make shit up?
I know that heartbreak
I know that life
I know that feeling when you're down
So the doctor prescribes
I know that feeling
When you're fighting with your home team
'Cause you feel like they don't listen
Now that's fucking up your family life
Depression is a bitch
Yeah I know
Mix it with anxiety
I got a little both (yeah)
That perfect storm never really settles
You just gotta start and learn to see that good shit grow
Woah
It's there
I swear
You just gotta open up
And stare
Over there
Stop looking at broken stuff
Girl, I already know you tough
We been in the cold enough
We don't gotta talk a lot
Just tell me how you're holdin' up
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
You say that you don't wanna kill yourself
But you're starting to second guess life
You say that you hate me but you really miss the times
Where you were always by my side
Damn
Your brain really plays tricks on you
When you can't get outta bed
And you look up at the sky
And nothing is lookin' back
That shit's quiet like Kawhi
Competition runnin' laps
And you're watching through those eyes
That have seen everything through hell and back
So give yourself a little credit for gettin' through that past
Sleep paralysis you ain't even takin' a nap
Thinkin' in reverse only makin' you backtrack, yeah
You hate people that love you
You miss people that hate you
So you give them an inch
And they all gotta take two
You give anyone your heart
You think all they gonna do is break you
That ain't true
Look at this shit from a different angle
I said
Four-seater with a two-seater (vibe)
Fuck it (I wanna get high)
Lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (fuck it)
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Why you always stressin' 'bout the past
You don't wanna do it like that (you don't wanna do it like that)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were...)
Fuck it (ay)
(Fuck it I wanna get it high)
(Wish you were...)
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it I wanna get high
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Why you always stressin' 'bout the past (Yeah, yeah)
You don't wanna do it like that (you don't wanna do it like that)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
These days Siri gotta wake me up
Close down Sephora looks like we are never making up
I said that I feel you but you don't believe me
I been through it too
You think I was gonna make shit up?
I know that heartbreak
I know that life
I know that feeling when you're down
So the doctor prescribes
I know that feeling
When you're fighting with your home team
'Cause you feel like they don't listen
Now that's fucking up your family life
Depression is a bitch
Yeah I know
Mix it with anxiety
I got a little both (yeah)
That perfect storm never really settles
You just gotta start and learn to see that good shit grow
Woah
It's there
I swear
You just gotta open up
And stare
Over there
Stop looking at broken stuff
Girl, I already know you tough
We been in the cold enough
We don't gotta talk a lot
Just tell me how you're holdin' up
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
You say that you don't wanna kill yourself
But you're starting to second guess life
You say that you hate me but you really miss the times
Where you were always by my side
Damn
Your brain really plays tricks on you
When you can't get outta bed
And you look up at the sky
And nothing is lookin' back
That shit's quiet like Kawhi
Competition runnin' laps
And you're watching through those eyes
That have seen everything through hell and back
So give yourself a little credit for gettin' through that past
Sleep paralysis you ain't even takin' a nap
Thinkin' in reverse only makin' you backtrack, yeah
You hate people that love you
You miss people that hate you
So you give them an inch
And they all gotta take two
You give anyone your heart
You think all they gonna do is break you
That ain't true
Look at this shit from a different angle
I said
Four-seater with a two-seater (vibe)
Fuck it (I wanna get high)
Lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (fuck it)
Four-seater with a two-seater vibe
Fuck it I wanna get high (I wanna get high)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were lookin' in mine)
Why you always stressin' 'bout the past
You don't wanna do it like that (you don't wanna do it like that)
BMW I'm lookin' in your eye
I wish you were lookin' in mine (wish you were...)
Fuck it (ay)
(Fuck it I wanna get it high)
(Wish you were...)
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander King, Michael Mccall, Patrick Michael Mcmanus
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