You Might Be It

Well I'm so shy and I'm missing something
Flip flop die see that life walk and leave
To my surprise tells me how he fingered you
Leaving ectoplasm behind in your texting

Up, down
Turn around, uh oh
Trynna ball regardless of all
City hoes

Reel out a line just cat fishes there
Your pants are magma, they yoga
Tell me your sins you think that I'm ugly
Keep me awake until the morning

You gotta be rich to be my baby
You gotta slick to talk to me, ay?
Above all your luck is fading
Watching your friends while you're still here

Up, down
Turn around, uh oh
Trynna ball regardless of all
City hoes



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Rudert
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