Ithaca
(Mega, you played that boy)
Doo-waps (yeah)
In the back of a foreign car
New watch (huh)
From my Dad, let me use the card
Too thot, (woah)
And she bad like a pornstar
Tube top (yeah)
Cut it half so her back shows
Where'd he go? (woah)
$avy left for a bad bitch
Wanna fuck? (Yeah)
Are you down? That'd be good to know
Boyfriend? (huh)
He won't know, he from Ithaca, low key (woah)
I been fucking hoes this whole time
How the fuck?
How you go from perfect to slut?
Are you dumb? (yeah)
Heard you fucking with another guy
Like all he wear is Nike shorts and faded Patagonia
Bitches from the 607 act like he the only one, on god (on God)
Feels so bad she the only one on god (ok)
Bass pro shops is the only place he shops so (you dig)
Funny how he fisherman and end up in a pond (hey)
Sad young fisher boy went missing now he gone
(Love)
(Love is gone)
(Woah)
(Imma leave you there, I don't love you back)
(If I take you there, you won't' make it back)
Doo-waps (yeah)
In the back of a foreign car
New watch (huh)
From my Dad, let me use the card
Too thot, (woah)
And she bad like a pornstar
Tube top (yeah)
Cut it half so her back shows
Where'd he go? (woah)
$avy left for a bad bitch
Wanna fuck? (Yeah)
Are you down? That'd be good to know
Boyfriend? (huh)
He won't know, he from Ithaca
Low key (woah)
I been fucking hoes this whole time
I can tell you want me, girl you're so fine (yeah)
I don't want my heart, you couldn't hold mine (Yeah)
Baby girl, I wish that we had more time (ok)
But I know you ain't love me the whole time (Yella)
Switch it up, 'imma cop a megafone so you kids get to listen up (yeah)
Kisses on her collarbone when Yella go to pick her up (yeah)
Always love my muscle tone she like that I can pick her up (yeah)
Damn, I love to pick you up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out of sight, always knew that
Yellaboi was something of a socialite (boom)
Never find a better boy especially not overnight
'Member when our love was burning bright just like some candlelight
'Prolly more like dynamite
Why you never on my side, promise I can make you high
Promise that I 'wanna die
Promise that I make it go away if you would let me try
Oh baby, let me try, promise I can make it right
Tell me who 'gon make it right
(I keep goin' on for me)
(Really should be goin' on for you)
(I keep goin' on for me)
(Really should be goin' on for you)
(On for you)
Doo-waps (yeah)
In the back of a foreign car
New watch (huh)
From my Dad, let me use the card
Too thot, (woah)
And she bad like a pornstar
Tube top (yeah)
Cut it half so her back shows
Where'd he go? (woah)
$avy left for a bad bitch
Wanna fuck? (Yeah)
Are you down? That'd be good to know
Boyfriend? (huh)
He won't know, he from Ithaca, low key (woah)
I been fucking hoes this whole time
How the fuck?
How you go from perfect to slut?
Are you dumb? (yeah)
Heard you fucking with another guy
Like all he wear is Nike shorts and faded Patagonia
Bitches from the 607 act like he the only one, on god (on God)
Feels so bad she the only one on god (ok)
Bass pro shops is the only place he shops so (you dig)
Funny how he fisherman and end up in a pond (hey)
Sad young fisher boy went missing now he gone
(Love)
(Love is gone)
(Woah)
(Imma leave you there, I don't love you back)
(If I take you there, you won't' make it back)
Doo-waps (yeah)
In the back of a foreign car
New watch (huh)
From my Dad, let me use the card
Too thot, (woah)
And she bad like a pornstar
Tube top (yeah)
Cut it half so her back shows
Where'd he go? (woah)
$avy left for a bad bitch
Wanna fuck? (Yeah)
Are you down? That'd be good to know
Boyfriend? (huh)
He won't know, he from Ithaca
Low key (woah)
I been fucking hoes this whole time
I can tell you want me, girl you're so fine (yeah)
I don't want my heart, you couldn't hold mine (Yeah)
Baby girl, I wish that we had more time (ok)
But I know you ain't love me the whole time (Yella)
Switch it up, 'imma cop a megafone so you kids get to listen up (yeah)
Kisses on her collarbone when Yella go to pick her up (yeah)
Always love my muscle tone she like that I can pick her up (yeah)
Damn, I love to pick you up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out of sight, always knew that
Yellaboi was something of a socialite (boom)
Never find a better boy especially not overnight
'Member when our love was burning bright just like some candlelight
'Prolly more like dynamite
Why you never on my side, promise I can make you high
Promise that I 'wanna die
Promise that I make it go away if you would let me try
Oh baby, let me try, promise I can make it right
Tell me who 'gon make it right
(I keep goin' on for me)
(Really should be goin' on for you)
(I keep goin' on for me)
(Really should be goin' on for you)
(On for you)
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Soriano & 'dwellers, 'dwellers, Charles Soriano, Michael Soriano
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