Live Once Interlude
Yeah! (One of the moons)
Right, right, right, yeah
All eyes on me as I played foolish but
I'm not worried if the night is ruined
If I get drunk or if I act stupid
Just ask yourself, how do I maintain through it?
When I die, it won't be on me
When I made it, I blew it
RIP to Abloh, her bag's from Louis
She might get drunk, maybe we should try Deuce
They wondering, how do I maintain through it?
I season that beef with the cheese, I leave the stakes high (yeah) (how do I maintain through it)
I'm doing me, I don't give a fuck what they say now (yeah) (ah, huh)
Ay, she call me superman
Sent her numbers, I ain't danger, she save 'em
Fabrizio Romaro, if I say it, it's gonna shake her
Doing what I wanna, I don't need your validation
As my time on earth, you can keep your affirmation
All eyes on me, as I played foolish but
I'm not worried if the night gets ruined
If I get drunk, or if I act stupid
Just ask yourself, how do I maintain through it?
When I die, it won't be on me
When I made it, I blew it
RIP to Abloh, her bag's from Louis
She might get drunk, maybe we should try the Deuce
They wondering, how do I maintain through it? (Yeah)
Right, right, right, yeah
All eyes on me as I played foolish but
I'm not worried if the night is ruined
If I get drunk or if I act stupid
Just ask yourself, how do I maintain through it?
When I die, it won't be on me
When I made it, I blew it
RIP to Abloh, her bag's from Louis
She might get drunk, maybe we should try Deuce
They wondering, how do I maintain through it?
I season that beef with the cheese, I leave the stakes high (yeah) (how do I maintain through it)
I'm doing me, I don't give a fuck what they say now (yeah) (ah, huh)
Ay, she call me superman
Sent her numbers, I ain't danger, she save 'em
Fabrizio Romaro, if I say it, it's gonna shake her
Doing what I wanna, I don't need your validation
As my time on earth, you can keep your affirmation
All eyes on me, as I played foolish but
I'm not worried if the night gets ruined
If I get drunk, or if I act stupid
Just ask yourself, how do I maintain through it?
When I die, it won't be on me
When I made it, I blew it
RIP to Abloh, her bag's from Louis
She might get drunk, maybe we should try the Deuce
They wondering, how do I maintain through it? (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Lehlogonolo Ronald Mataboge, Loatile Mangadi
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