900°C

Please, 900 degrees, Amsterdam, Belize
20 for the charm, nah, everything for free
I been out the city, moving low key overseas
I could tell you shit that nobody would believe

Ya, ya, ya, ya
You can't upset her, sell it back to the seller
Hopped out in my tennis shoes and replica, it's Margiela
Last time I checked in, never I been second
Always making the cut, so I made this shit that I'm wearing
I got my phone saying that I need space
How many tabs can I keep in my case?
I kinda like, que no sepan de mi
No quiero ya lo que sepan de mi

Please, 900 degrees, Amsterdam, Belize
20 for the charm, nah, everything for free
I been out the city, moving low key overseas
I could tell you shit that nobody would believe
Nobody would—

Telling no lies, telling no lies, I didn't come to play
Rolling no dice, breaking no ice, someone do that for me
I used to skate, now I got fake teeth, reset
End of the take, give me a break
Flip a script, enemies, what it mean
I don't know, in my biz, 24
Energy running low
Flip a switch, oh my god
404, 404
Easy fix, let me see
Then I might, yeah, I might say

Please, 900 degrees, Amsterdam, Belize
20 for the charm, nah, everything for free
I been out the city, moving low key overseas
I could tell you shit that nobody would believe



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Writer(s): Carly Gibert, Travis Dylan Galette
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