Beamer Boy

I'm a schemer boy, I'm a dreamer boy
I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy
Baby, I'm a beamer boy, need a beamer boy
I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy

I pull my cash-out, shorty pass out
Take her ass out, then I spaz out
Okay, yeah, I hit that, shorty, get back
I got death notes, where my list at?

Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down
I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now
She wanna go down on a real one
I hit Olof like, "What's the deal, bro?"

See me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now
I got hoes now, I got some dough now
But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit
They want that drug talk, that I can't feel shit

I'm never comin' home now, all alone now
Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down
I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me
I'ma show ya, I was chosen, ayy

I'm a beamer boy
I'm a beamer boy



Credits
Writer(s): Braden Morgan, Gustav Ahr, Phillip Elverum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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