Mia
(Jean wake up)
Fuck true love, yeah I know that it's fake
Always talkin' bout the money, I won't walk you to safety
If you look into my eyes, does it say that I'm okay?
See the devil with a smile, she be lookin' at my face
Gotta relocate, Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
And shoutout Hamza he gon' tell me just to get my gains
She givin' good brain, shit hit like a migraine, yeah
And if you pull up to my crib, do it my way, yeah
Said if you pull up to my crib, do it my way, yeah
Okay, first off, I been feelin' shitty bout my past Got no regrets, write my future in a notepad
I love my family with my heart, you should know that
I was spendin' too much money, always tryin' to get fucked up
Was ridin' solo back then when I had no love
My best friend left me cold, that was fucked up
Fuck true love, yeah I know that it's fake
Always talkin' bout the money, I won't walk you to safety
If you look into my eyes, does it say that I'm okay?
See the devil with a smile, she be lookin' at my face
Gotta relocate, Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
I'm sayin' fuck this town, gotta relocate
Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
And shoutout Hamza he gon' tell me just to get my gains
Fuck true love, yeah I know that it's fake
Always talkin' bout the money, I won't walk you to safety
If you look into my eyes, does it say that I'm okay?
See the devil with a smile, she be lookin' at my face
Gotta relocate, Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
And shoutout Hamza he gon' tell me just to get my gains
She givin' good brain, shit hit like a migraine, yeah
And if you pull up to my crib, do it my way, yeah
Said if you pull up to my crib, do it my way, yeah
Okay, first off, I been feelin' shitty bout my past Got no regrets, write my future in a notepad
I love my family with my heart, you should know that
I was spendin' too much money, always tryin' to get fucked up
Was ridin' solo back then when I had no love
My best friend left me cold, that was fucked up
Fuck true love, yeah I know that it's fake
Always talkin' bout the money, I won't walk you to safety
If you look into my eyes, does it say that I'm okay?
See the devil with a smile, she be lookin' at my face
Gotta relocate, Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
I'm sayin' fuck this town, gotta relocate
Touchdown, leave the city, I go M.I.A
I'm pourin' lean with the tris, I can't feel my face
I get my chips up, feelin' lucky, out my way
And shoutout Hamza he gon' tell me just to get my gains
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Writer(s): Zak M
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