Shallow

Shorty was so shallow she don't wanna be my friend
Imma hold on to this feeling I just hope it never ends
When can I see you again
When I'm

Ay Sagon go easy bro

Shorty was so shallow she don't wanna be my friend
Imma hold on to this feeling I just hope it never ends
When can I see you again
When I'm riding in your Honda it feel Mercedes-Benz
I could never bend, I could never fold
I'm back up in city where it's cold
Imma rap 'til I'm ghost
'Til there's nothing in my throat
Every time I think about you start to choke
I just hope you get this note
Cuz I could never read you what I wrote

If they ask about my problems I say I got nothing with me
Keep the beat a hunnid fifty imma sing just like I'm Whitney
Lookin' like a hunnid milli I ain't worth a hunnid bucks
And I don't really leave my house too much cuz everybody suck
I just got in the game you can come and test your luck
And I feel like Andrew Luck
That is not a really good thing though
Can't quit til my finger got a ring though
Imma Starr like Ringo
Man this just might just be a single
Or this shit might never drop
Got 28 songs in the vault
Few more in the trap
I really like to sing but everybody want the rap
So I guess I'll run it back
And make another track with the bass and the clap
When the 808s kick hope you're really feeling that
All these people talk to me and they ask where I'm at
But I ain't really here though
I'm just looking through the window
I'm just tryna make a hunnid for my kinfolk
But maybe I should worry bout me first
Still a couple days I wanna leave Earth
Things ain't been the same since the bleachers
Only thing that stayed the same is my sneakers
AF1s, new jeans, and a tee shirt
And if she dub me I think I leave her
And if she dub me I think I leave her

Shorty was so shallow she don't wanna be my friend
Imma hold on to this feeling I just hope it never ends
When can I see you again
When I'm riding in your Honda it feel Mercedes-Benz
I could never bend, I could never fold
I'm back up in city where it's cold
Imma rap 'til I'm ghost
'Til there's nothing in my throat
Every time I think about you start to choke
I just hope you get this note
Cuz I could never read you what I wrote

Shorty was so shallow she don't wanna be my friend
Imma hold on to this feeling I just hope it never ends
When can I see you again
When I'm riding in your Honda it feel Mercedes-Benz
I could never bend, I could never fold
I'm back up in city where it's cold
Imma rap 'til I'm ghost
'Til there's nothing in my throat
Every time I think about you start to choke
I just hope you get this note
Cuz I could never read you what I wrote



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Bizier
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