11:11
Welcome to paradise, perfect timing
Ocean water blue as the eyes on my sidechick
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick
Yeah
'Cause I put her on that fly shit
Yeah, that cash shit
Before me, she ain't never had a three way with a bad bitch
Shawty, we ain't average, I thought you knew by now
I been living fast and I won't slow down
I'm hopping on flights, getting that bag
Getting high as a kite soon as I land
Been up all night tryna party all day
New chick mad 'cause she see me on a date
I can't resist me a bad bitch
Shawty getting smashed if she come my way
And I eat it up fast like Crème Brûlée
Welcome to paradise, perfect timing
Ocean water blue as the eyes on my sidechick
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick (my chick)
Yeah
Told her, "Next time that you see me, I'm gon' be up on the TV doing everything I told you that I would"
Diamonds Fiji
You gon' act like you don't care 'cause you lost me and you scared
Yeah, you lost me and you scared of what the future holds
I was already prepared, if the truth be told
My parents were barely there after two years old
So I made a lil' deal, then made it for real
I told her my deepest and darkest of secrets, she said she won't tell
Yeah, I hit it right
Unless she had failed
Sometimes we could fight, but we always prevail (look)
I bought the Louis, then bought the Chanel
It ain't nothing to me, get checks in the mail
My life is a movie, there's tickets for sale
Come get a coupon, coupon
Baby I'm too gone, too gone
Think we should move on, move on
Cause forever really had to end today
If only there was just a better way
Waiting for you up at Heaven's gates
Dreaming 'bout those better days
I remember 'em all
I know it's my fault, I wish you would call
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
Welcome to paradise
Ocean water blue
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
Beach boy in this ho, that's the 714 (whoa, ohh)
Beach boy in your ho, that's the 714
Until my dying fucking day, ho
Until my dying fucking day
Until my dying fucking day
(Don't tell me what I can't do, no)
Ocean water blue as the eyes on my sidechick
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick
Yeah
'Cause I put her on that fly shit
Yeah, that cash shit
Before me, she ain't never had a three way with a bad bitch
Shawty, we ain't average, I thought you knew by now
I been living fast and I won't slow down
I'm hopping on flights, getting that bag
Getting high as a kite soon as I land
Been up all night tryna party all day
New chick mad 'cause she see me on a date
I can't resist me a bad bitch
Shawty getting smashed if she come my way
And I eat it up fast like Crème Brûlée
Welcome to paradise, perfect timing
Ocean water blue as the eyes on my sidechick
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick (my chick)
Yeah
Told her, "Next time that you see me, I'm gon' be up on the TV doing everything I told you that I would"
Diamonds Fiji
You gon' act like you don't care 'cause you lost me and you scared
Yeah, you lost me and you scared of what the future holds
I was already prepared, if the truth be told
My parents were barely there after two years old
So I made a lil' deal, then made it for real
I told her my deepest and darkest of secrets, she said she won't tell
Yeah, I hit it right
Unless she had failed
Sometimes we could fight, but we always prevail (look)
I bought the Louis, then bought the Chanel
It ain't nothing to me, get checks in the mail
My life is a movie, there's tickets for sale
Come get a coupon, coupon
Baby I'm too gone, too gone
Think we should move on, move on
Cause forever really had to end today
If only there was just a better way
Waiting for you up at Heaven's gates
Dreaming 'bout those better days
I remember 'em all
I know it's my fault, I wish you would call
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
Welcome to paradise
Ocean water blue
I know where you wanna go
I know what your type is
Take you to Galápagos and fuck you on an island
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Put you on that fly shit, that fly shit
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah, she wanna be my chick, my chick
Yeah
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
It's 11:11, and I'm wishing you well
She wanna see heaven, 'cause I put her through hell
Beach boy in this ho, that's the 714 (whoa, ohh)
Beach boy in your ho, that's the 714
Until my dying fucking day, ho
Until my dying fucking day
Until my dying fucking day
(Don't tell me what I can't do, no)
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Ahana, Benjamin Lasnier, Blake Chandler Sandoval, Lukas Benjamin Leth, Olivier Bassil
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