Sex N Melodies
I'm on stages, talking like it's me and you
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
I'm on stages, talking like it's me and you
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
Sex and melodies, I made a better me
Oh my remedy, can you be my memory
Oh the finest things, I want the finest things
But this whole city like a crab bucket
Why we wasting time telling all these lies
Thought you are another swipe than I made you mine
Dance on my own, until day is gone
Like Post Malone, I got Bentleys, beerbongs
(Ooooh)
Why you hating on me now
Thought you'd never see me but you do now
They used to not believe, but they do now
I don't do interviews, spitting my heart in the booth
Fuck all the internet views, sharing my flaws only with you
Family comes first, I'm an asshole that did all the work
I made money twerk
Multiply my net worth
I'm on stages, talking like it's me and you
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
Sex and melodies, I made a better me
Oh my remedy, can you be my memory
Oh the finest things, I want the finest things
But this whole city like a crab bucket
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
I'm on stages, talking like it's me and you
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
Sex and melodies, I made a better me
Oh my remedy, can you be my memory
Oh the finest things, I want the finest things
But this whole city like a crab bucket
Why we wasting time telling all these lies
Thought you are another swipe than I made you mine
Dance on my own, until day is gone
Like Post Malone, I got Bentleys, beerbongs
(Ooooh)
Why you hating on me now
Thought you'd never see me but you do now
They used to not believe, but they do now
I don't do interviews, spitting my heart in the booth
Fuck all the internet views, sharing my flaws only with you
Family comes first, I'm an asshole that did all the work
I made money twerk
Multiply my net worth
I'm on stages, talking like it's me and you
God is amazing, gave me another chance in the booth
My momma paid me, so I stayed away from the street
This city raised me, but you can't keep me
Sex and melodies, I made a better me
Oh my remedy, can you be my memory
Oh the finest things, I want the finest things
But this whole city like a crab bucket
Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Zaviyalov, Egor Mutovkin
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