Martens, MD (feat. MrThywicked)
I never should've been so far away
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
(Hey! Hey!)
Flying cars, passersby
Lately y'all can't catch me, uh
We just tryna party, uh
We ain't tryna hurt nobody, yeah!
Bring it on, baby
Fashion, pay me
My Doc Martens flashy, huh
Won't you, baby?
I never should've been so far away
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
Aye! (Ooof)
Ran past third
Stumbled on fifth
Pour my shits, shit (Hey)
Never could ball
That's okay
I'm still prime, shit (Hey)
Fold my hands across my chest
Lean back as the floor rush in
All these drinks just make me wanna stay
2, 3, 4
Yeah!
(Huh, yeah!)
(Huh, yeah!)
I just wanna step like (Huh, yeah!)
Move down the pavement (Huh, yeah!)
Spins in my head like (Huh, yeah!)
Downtown stay lit (Huh, yeah!)
This is immaculate, damn
Dressed in all black; I'm like, damn
Lighting up
Girl, you ain't passing it, man
Lacing my boots
I got nothing to lose (Aye)
Flying cars, passersby
Lately y'all can't catch me, uh
We just tryna party, uh
We ain't tryna hurt nobody, yeah!
Bring it on, baby
Fashion, pay me
My Doc Martens flashy, huh
Won't you, baby?
I never should've been so far away
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
(Hey! Hey!)
Flying cars, passersby
Lately y'all can't catch me, uh
We just tryna party, uh
We ain't tryna hurt nobody, yeah!
Bring it on, baby
Fashion, pay me
My Doc Martens flashy, huh
Won't you, baby?
I never should've been so far away
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
Aye! (Ooof)
Ran past third
Stumbled on fifth
Pour my shits, shit (Hey)
Never could ball
That's okay
I'm still prime, shit (Hey)
Fold my hands across my chest
Lean back as the floor rush in
All these drinks just make me wanna stay
2, 3, 4
Yeah!
(Huh, yeah!)
(Huh, yeah!)
I just wanna step like (Huh, yeah!)
Move down the pavement (Huh, yeah!)
Spins in my head like (Huh, yeah!)
Downtown stay lit (Huh, yeah!)
This is immaculate, damn
Dressed in all black; I'm like, damn
Lighting up
Girl, you ain't passing it, man
Lacing my boots
I got nothing to lose (Aye)
Flying cars, passersby
Lately y'all can't catch me, uh
We just tryna party, uh
We ain't tryna hurt nobody, yeah!
Bring it on, baby
Fashion, pay me
My Doc Martens flashy, huh
Won't you, baby?
I never should've been so far away
All my losses cost a fortune
I feel as though I led them all astray
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
I never claimed that I was perfect
Credits
Writer(s): D'monte Farley
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