#513

Let me make this straight to y'all, though (I'm comin' up)
I'm not from a strange place, no
"Not for sale," that's my motto
On the next flight for tomorrow

My best friend's falling off prolly 'cause Corona
My twin sister told me I need soldiers, not imposters
(Sol-soldiers, not imposters)
(Baby, I don't know why)

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Hollywood will make you hollow
I'm too rooted in my ways (uh)

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Bitches old as tree hollows
I'm too rooted in my ways (uh)

My B just called me on a Tuesday
My Scion just broke down on the freeway
I'm not bothered anymore by these things
My destiny doesn't phase me

That's okay, I'll manifest a Mustang
Not to be vague, just love the way it rangs

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Hollywood will make you hollow
I'm too rooted in my ways (uh)

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Bitches old as tree hollows
I'm too rooted in my ways (uh)

Down to the T, down to the T
Gotta get that bag
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Y'all can't hold me back

Down to the T, down to the T
Gotta get that bag
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Y'all can't hold me back

I'm going, going, going, going
I'm going, going back, back to Cincinnati
Keep talking, talking smack 'cause you're never happy
I left the 'Nati, now I'm back in Cali, Cali
I'll never blame my bad luck on nasty 'Nati
I'm going, going back, back to Cincinnati



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Writer(s): Tony Cottrell, James Mccall, Ben Dickey, Brittney Denise Parks
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