Reverse

I'm coming back, what's the deal with the app? Don't get it
I'm not Italian so don't call me spaghetti because
I'm not Italian, I don't need no medallion, what's up?
I'm like a cheetah the way I'm running these races, yuh

Coming back
Running in reverse
But I'm still cutting back
Bring me to the finish line

Screaming in your ear
Making music in my room, I got my own studio here
Ain't no studio near, I bought all this with chump change
Arby's saved my life, no skid marks, that's tight, that's what's up

That melody was wet
Just like your girl in my bed
'Cause I had her over and I spilt the orange chicken sauce
She left crying but in retrospect it was her loss

Now I don't know what to do
These lyrics pop into my head like they some deja vu
These lyrics pop into my head like they some deja vu, what?
I'm out of ideas, let's hit the chorus, huh

Reverse, reverse, reverse, like I'm running in reverse
Reverse, reverse, reverse, like I'm running in reverse
Reverse, reverse, reverse, like I'm running in reverse
Reverse, reverse, reverse



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan James Pirkl
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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