25
Die, die, die
Willing to die, die, die, die
Die, die, die
Willing to die, die, die, die, yeah
You got your little game
I ain't playing again
You got a middle name
I ain't saying again
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die, aye, aye, aye
Willing to die, aye, aye, aye, aye
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die
You drive your car like you wanna die
Getting high like you wanna fly
Fly away like a butterfly
Butterfly doors on your coupe and they all shine, yeah
Black tint on the window 'cause the limelight
You be up all night no sunlight
I got nothing left to say lest you want me
Only want you in the morning with my coffee, yeah
You got me losing composure when you're gone
Even though I'm wrapped up in your bullshit
You're always tryna make me be your pawn
Stay away and I mean it so don't push it
Always telling your friends that you hate me
But really you just wanna date me
I don't even care if you say please, say please, say please
You got your little game
I ain't playing again
You got a middle name
I ain't saying again
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die, aye, aye, aye
Willing to die, aye, aye, aye, aye
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die
Willing to die, die, die, die
Die, die, die
Willing to die, die, die, die, yeah
You got your little game
I ain't playing again
You got a middle name
I ain't saying again
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die, aye, aye, aye
Willing to die, aye, aye, aye, aye
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die
You drive your car like you wanna die
Getting high like you wanna fly
Fly away like a butterfly
Butterfly doors on your coupe and they all shine, yeah
Black tint on the window 'cause the limelight
You be up all night no sunlight
I got nothing left to say lest you want me
Only want you in the morning with my coffee, yeah
You got me losing composure when you're gone
Even though I'm wrapped up in your bullshit
You're always tryna make me be your pawn
Stay away and I mean it so don't push it
Always telling your friends that you hate me
But really you just wanna date me
I don't even care if you say please, say please, say please
You got your little game
I ain't playing again
You got a middle name
I ain't saying again
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die, aye, aye, aye
Willing to die, aye, aye, aye, aye
You got dreams on making it to 25
But you drive just like you're willing to die
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Martin Künnapuu
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