Baby Blues
Ay, ay
It was autumn
We were in college
Dropping credits
While you were bombing sakes
Different majors
Brand-new fragrance
We hit the matrix
Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace
Needed the money
Hated the hustle
They tried to make you famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do
It was summer
Rented the Hummer
Dropping debit
While you were eating maki's
Different places
Brand-new station
I read the pages
I heard you made it
Acting for Summit
Needed the money
Hated the bustle
They went and made you famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ay
It was autumn
We were in college
Dropping credits
While you were bombing sakes
Different majors
Brand-new fragrance
We hit the matrix
Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace
Needed the money
Hated the hustle
They tried to make you famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do
It was summer
Rented the Hummer
Dropping debit
While you were eating maki's
Different places
Brand-new station
I read the pages
I heard you made it
Acting for Summit
Needed the money
Hated the bustle
They went and made you famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ay
Credits
Writer(s): Anwar Sawyer, Audrey Chu, Ethan Brian Johnson
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