Unfair
I was talking to this girl
I met this girl, but I don't know what to say
What do you mean? Just use the pick-up line
What pick-up line?
The pick-up line, the-, the one about tying your shoes
You're genius
Let me tie your shoes (yeah)
'Cause I don't want you fallin' for somebody new (that's it)
Yeah, and with all I knew
I thought love started with an "L" (nah)
But it started with a "U"
When I saw you coming through
Swear to God, I couldn't help it
There was nothing I could do
It's not a fluke (nah)
Maybe we can take it to the roof
Got a view, and it's good
But it's not as good as you (that's the truth)
Look, maybe we can talk in the back (ain't got no room)
Uh, maybe I can rub on your back (be your masseuse)
Uh, maybe we can run to the cash (that's what he do)
Appreciate you having my back (it's what I do)
Yeah, and I moon walk in
I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins
Oh, but who talkin'
Oh, that's you talkin'?
What you tryna do, baby? We got two options
I don't mean to stare
But I'm still gon' stare
But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair
Yeah, it's too unfair
Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk, yeah
I like the way you workin' with it
You a one O' one, you the first edition
Turn a new page, we can burn a few things
I might have to run a meter, but it's worth the ticket
Big pockets, deep pockets, oh
Been ballin', keep off it, oh
Been burnin', keep talkin', oh
All I ever want is what I got, alright
I heard they talkin' bad
There's nothing wrong with that
The more they talk, that talk
The more we make it, make 'em mad
Yeah, and I moon walk in
I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins
Oh, but who talkin'
Oh, that's you talkin'?
What you tryna do, baby? We got two options
I don't mean to stare
But I'm still gon' stare
But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair
Yeah, it's too unfair
Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
(One hundred Graham)
I met this girl, but I don't know what to say
What do you mean? Just use the pick-up line
What pick-up line?
The pick-up line, the-, the one about tying your shoes
You're genius
Let me tie your shoes (yeah)
'Cause I don't want you fallin' for somebody new (that's it)
Yeah, and with all I knew
I thought love started with an "L" (nah)
But it started with a "U"
When I saw you coming through
Swear to God, I couldn't help it
There was nothing I could do
It's not a fluke (nah)
Maybe we can take it to the roof
Got a view, and it's good
But it's not as good as you (that's the truth)
Look, maybe we can talk in the back (ain't got no room)
Uh, maybe I can rub on your back (be your masseuse)
Uh, maybe we can run to the cash (that's what he do)
Appreciate you having my back (it's what I do)
Yeah, and I moon walk in
I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins
Oh, but who talkin'
Oh, that's you talkin'?
What you tryna do, baby? We got two options
I don't mean to stare
But I'm still gon' stare
But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair
Yeah, it's too unfair
Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk, yeah
I like the way you workin' with it
You a one O' one, you the first edition
Turn a new page, we can burn a few things
I might have to run a meter, but it's worth the ticket
Big pockets, deep pockets, oh
Been ballin', keep off it, oh
Been burnin', keep talkin', oh
All I ever want is what I got, alright
I heard they talkin' bad
There's nothing wrong with that
The more they talk, that talk
The more we make it, make 'em mad
Yeah, and I moon walk in
I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins
Oh, but who talkin'
Oh, that's you talkin'?
What you tryna do, baby? We got two options
I don't mean to stare
But I'm still gon' stare
But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair
Yeah, it's too unfair
Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
Move, dance, grab it, walk
(One hundred Graham)
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Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price, Nicolas Donovan
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