Record Store Queen (feat. Free Lucy)
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
A West coast girl growing up in the hood
Her uncle gives her vinyls so she misunderstood
So she buy a turntable and she learn how to scratch
Record after record she be filling her bag
So she study the classics
She was scratching it backwards
She was less into fashion and more into rappers
She never had relationships cuz no one could have her
The Record Store Queen ain't no one was badder
So let me tell you bout a boy that hail from Brooklyn
Walking back at school always carried his books with
Writing poetry in the back of the classroom
Having mad cyphers with his friends in the bathroom
He started battling and then he got nice
His friend was a producer so he got him a mic
He saw that his environment inspired him to write
Laid it down all his homies complimented his pride
But one thing was missing that ain't making it right
The scratches the flavor that would add all the spice
So he scoped NY on a subway ride
Every DJ in the city had a number and a price
So he hopped online
Hoping he could find
Another up and comer only thinking bout the grind
Opened up his laptop tell me what he see
A scratch video of the Record Store Queen
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Romeo and Juliet met in LA
He took a plane ride while she drove from the Bay
She like
"It's funny that I get to meet you on the sunny side
I bumped your second album on my seven hour drive
Your beats knock and your lyrics are fat
I'm free for a feature if you want me on a track"
So the Record Store Queen she scratched and scratched
While that Brooklyn schoolboy rapped and rapped, and
Just like that they were a perfect match,
The mommies and the daddies thought that they moved fast
5 months later Brooklyn boy in the Bay
He fell in love with California cuz it's out of his way
The Record store queens' getting plays and plays
She got like millions of views
And an interview on Sway
Little did he know he would never blow up
So he dropped the microphone and started rolling blunts
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
A West coast girl growing up in the hood
Her uncle gives her vinyls so she misunderstood
So she buy a turntable and she learn how to scratch
Record after record she be filling her bag
So she study the classics
She was scratching it backwards
She was less into fashion and more into rappers
She never had relationships cuz no one could have her
The Record Store Queen ain't no one was badder
So let me tell you bout a boy that hail from Brooklyn
Walking back at school always carried his books with
Writing poetry in the back of the classroom
Having mad cyphers with his friends in the bathroom
He started battling and then he got nice
His friend was a producer so he got him a mic
He saw that his environment inspired him to write
Laid it down all his homies complimented his pride
But one thing was missing that ain't making it right
The scratches the flavor that would add all the spice
So he scoped NY on a subway ride
Every DJ in the city had a number and a price
So he hopped online
Hoping he could find
Another up and comer only thinking bout the grind
Opened up his laptop tell me what he see
A scratch video of the Record Store Queen
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Romeo and Juliet met in LA
He took a plane ride while she drove from the Bay
She like
"It's funny that I get to meet you on the sunny side
I bumped your second album on my seven hour drive
Your beats knock and your lyrics are fat
I'm free for a feature if you want me on a track"
So the Record Store Queen she scratched and scratched
While that Brooklyn schoolboy rapped and rapped, and
Just like that they were a perfect match,
The mommies and the daddies thought that they moved fast
5 months later Brooklyn boy in the Bay
He fell in love with California cuz it's out of his way
The Record store queens' getting plays and plays
She got like millions of views
And an interview on Sway
Little did he know he would never blow up
So he dropped the microphone and started rolling blunts
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
I only wanna see you
You only wanna see me
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry, I took a vow that from now on
Imma be my own best friend
Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And there ain't no need to cry
Credits
Writer(s): Rene Garcia
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