Open Wide
Who the fuck you think I am?
I got money, I got plans
Can't be giving you my time
Baby, shut your ho ass mouth
Baby
Show me
Your mind open wide
I need constant reminders
That we
Are something
How can you be like that?
How can you be so heartless?
Who the fuck you think I am?
I got money, I got plans
Can't be giving you my time
Baby, shut your ho ass mouth
I don't wanna read no texts no more
Saying I'm immature 'cause I told you my thoughts
You must be dumb or shit, I don't give a fuck
Got a flight to catch, going to the airport
Aston Martin like Alonso
Got them Northern lights to catch, I'm going north to Tromsø
1000 miles per hour like I'm fucking in that Silverstone
And all these pretty bitches go crazy for this nice cologne
I should've known, this ain't what I want
I want to fuck with you, overlooking Milan
How the fuck can I be happy if these pussies ain't yours?
Fuck your texts baby, I don't want to talk
Breaking up wasn't my fault
Always handled well my tone
Put up with too many wrongs
'Cause I believed in our love
Baby, I still believe
There's some love around here
Maybe not much for me
But I still can give
Baby
Show me
Your mind open wide
I need constant reminders
That we
Are something
How can you be like that?
How can you be so heartless?
I got money, I got plans
Can't be giving you my time
Baby, shut your ho ass mouth
Baby
Show me
Your mind open wide
I need constant reminders
That we
Are something
How can you be like that?
How can you be so heartless?
Who the fuck you think I am?
I got money, I got plans
Can't be giving you my time
Baby, shut your ho ass mouth
I don't wanna read no texts no more
Saying I'm immature 'cause I told you my thoughts
You must be dumb or shit, I don't give a fuck
Got a flight to catch, going to the airport
Aston Martin like Alonso
Got them Northern lights to catch, I'm going north to Tromsø
1000 miles per hour like I'm fucking in that Silverstone
And all these pretty bitches go crazy for this nice cologne
I should've known, this ain't what I want
I want to fuck with you, overlooking Milan
How the fuck can I be happy if these pussies ain't yours?
Fuck your texts baby, I don't want to talk
Breaking up wasn't my fault
Always handled well my tone
Put up with too many wrongs
'Cause I believed in our love
Baby, I still believe
There's some love around here
Maybe not much for me
But I still can give
Baby
Show me
Your mind open wide
I need constant reminders
That we
Are something
How can you be like that?
How can you be so heartless?
Credits
Writer(s): Mateo Naagui
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