SRT
Said stop right there
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
I got too much chutzpah
That band gon' break 'cause that band ain't rubber
I been standing on a leg for the past eight summers
Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna
I'm like
Payday pop off
Filet mignon then
Hear the whip pullin' up bumpin' tame impala
Ayo where the cars at
Shit the valet brought 'em
'Cause I been standing on a leg for the past eight autumns
Now it's
Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays)
What a lovely life we've made (Life we've made)
Tend to catch them southern feels, yeah
Caught inside of memorabilia
Mama, father something's changed (Something's changed)
Life is truly all a maze (All a maze)
Learn to capture something real, yeah
That's the shit that's gonna heal you
So stop right there
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
Wait
I'm that boy
I want an art chick with a thin waist
To come fill that void
Shorty wanna throw shade
I don't hear that noise
Until she rip my chain
And then she on my belt, wait
I've been flipping scripts
Y'all ain't making money
Y'all still ain't making shit
I run them glee fuckboys
With they shoes and empty pockets
Still flexing that petty shit, wait, wait, wait
'Cause I've been standing on a leg
Feels like it's been eight years
And you all know that I've been hoping
And I know that it's been far too long
But I still feel no fear
And we all know that I'm still holdin' on
Said stop right there
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
I got too much chutzpah
That band gon' break 'cause that band ain't rubber
I been standing on a leg for the past eight summers
Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna
I'm like
Payday pop off
Filet mignon then
Hear the whip pullin' up bumpin' tame impala
Ayo where the cars at
Shit the valet brought 'em
'Cause I been standing on a leg for the past eight autumns
Now it's
Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays)
What a lovely life we've made (Life we've made)
Tend to catch them southern feels, yeah
Caught inside of memorabilia
Mama, father something's changed (Something's changed)
Life is truly all a maze (All a maze)
Learn to capture something real, yeah
That's the shit that's gonna heal you
So stop right there
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
Wait
I'm that boy
I want an art chick with a thin waist
To come fill that void
Shorty wanna throw shade
I don't hear that noise
Until she rip my chain
And then she on my belt, wait
I've been flipping scripts
Y'all ain't making money
Y'all still ain't making shit
I run them glee fuckboys
With they shoes and empty pockets
Still flexing that petty shit, wait, wait, wait
'Cause I've been standing on a leg
Feels like it's been eight years
And you all know that I've been hoping
And I know that it's been far too long
But I still feel no fear
And we all know that I'm still holdin' on
Said stop right there
How you gon' froze when the spotlight there
I'mma say it don't stop right there
'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head
What I said go on walk right there
It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it
I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin'
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
Ain't it funny, shit
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Owens, Cáitlin Mcdonnell, Austin Dean Pool, Koby Rodriguez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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