$0N1C FL0W
Woah!
Yeah!
Woah! Yeah!
Fast car, Nascar
You know I'm a rockstar
New Bag, you're mad
I don't even mean to brag
New chain, you're lame
We could never be the same
Drive fast, press the gas
You're slow I gotta pass
Life's hard, you gotta try
Living good until you die
Grades bad, add it math
Am I on the right path?
Sad face, sad case
Gotta go to outer space
Fire fit, fire bitch
I'm looking rich, you looking sick
A-A-A-Autotune flow they say I sound so robotic
They keep calling me Miles but actually I'm Sonic
Miles Tails Prower, like the games and the comics (Woah!)
Copying my style, but they can't copy my logic
Going on vacation, I'm out in the tropics
With some pretty bitches and you know they get topless
'Bout to go shopping, time to break your pockets (Yeah!)
New clothes, still alone
You won't pick up the phone
Guess I'm on my own
Why do you have control of me?
Taken a mental toll on me
The sweetest soul I've ever seen
Then you're sour this isn't Halloween
You're always so fucking mean
You don't even hold me
You don't even know me, stop saying that you know me
New flow yeah you already know I've been working
Two mixtapes in six months, a EP and some singles serving
Cooking like a kitchen, bitch I'm whipping, a dessert kit
Money coming in, I worked hard so I deserve it
Hyperpop music is there anything I can't do?
Looking good in every color, every shade, and every hue
Got some new clothes, new chains, and some new shoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah!
Woah! Yeah!
Fast car, Nascar
You know I'm a rockstar
New Bag, you're mad
I don't even mean to brag
New chain, you're lame
We could never be the same
Drive fast, press the gas
You're slow I gotta pass
Life's hard, you gotta try
Living good until you die
Grades bad, add it math
Am I on the right path?
Sad face, sad case
Gotta go to outer space
Fire fit, fire bitch
I'm looking rich, you looking sick
A-A-A-Autotune flow they say I sound so robotic
They keep calling me Miles but actually I'm Sonic
Miles Tails Prower, like the games and the comics (Woah!)
Copying my style, but they can't copy my logic
Going on vacation, I'm out in the tropics
With some pretty bitches and you know they get topless
'Bout to go shopping, time to break your pockets (Yeah!)
New clothes, still alone
You won't pick up the phone
Guess I'm on my own
Why do you have control of me?
Taken a mental toll on me
The sweetest soul I've ever seen
Then you're sour this isn't Halloween
You're always so fucking mean
You don't even hold me
You don't even know me, stop saying that you know me
New flow yeah you already know I've been working
Two mixtapes in six months, a EP and some singles serving
Cooking like a kitchen, bitch I'm whipping, a dessert kit
Money coming in, I worked hard so I deserve it
Hyperpop music is there anything I can't do?
Looking good in every color, every shade, and every hue
Got some new clothes, new chains, and some new shoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Timmons
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