No Idea

Bongo by the way

Niggas wrapped around the planet
Got me feeling like I'm Janet and it's 1984
Got 'em all in a panic all this body that I'm giving
Got 'em coming up with different strokes
Been doing shows since high school
To the mall, then record in the mic booth
Tryna get on just like you
Don't chase the money, be humble and let it find you

No, I can't tell you what to do (no)
I can't tell you how to move (no, no)
No, I can't tell you what to do
I can't tell you how to move (I move)
I know you're thinking that you might know what it is
Still have no idea
'Cause when you finally understand just what it is
Still have no idea

What's love these days?
We don't know what to say
Heartbreak so much
We don't give a fuck

Around the corner where X lived
In the School street projects cussin' out my ex's
Niggas was dying for less then
Thank God that we made it out the hood what a blessing
Never know what they might do
Niggas pretending they living a double life too
I ain't never been the type to
Talk about some shit I never really been through

No, I can't tell you what to do (no)
I can't tell you how to move (I can't)
No, I can't tell you what to do (no)
I can't tell you how to move
I know you're thinking that you might know what it is
Still have no idea
'Cause when you finally understand just what it is
Still have no idea

What's love these days?
We don't know what to say
Heartbreak so much
We don't give a fuck
No idea
Oh, you still won't have no idea



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Hudson, Mary J. Blige, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Brandon Paak Anderson, Adriana Alejandra Flores, Bryan Ponce
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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