World Cup!
(Ooooo, oooo, yeah... yeah, yeah, ooo)
I'm not hiding it, you can see the glances
Fine girl whine you're not too busy to dance with
She like "nah nigga, you gone need credentials"
"I got a man, see and he gone need some answers"
But where he at doe? You don't leave no pictures on the gram
And I pinky promise you won't get no mentions
Your eyes wandering, they don't need directions
I'm right here
It's quite clear
You don't need your glasses
(Nah!)
Take these chances
Don't leave em pass you by like the transit
You can weave your hands with mine if you ask me
Know these romancing kinds, we get angsty
You listen to Lancey? Foux?
Oh!
You tickle my fancy
(Hah!)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
Perfect
Mano do céu, véi.
Ontem eu vi que cê postou o baguio lá com a mina lá, mano
Pirei. Mina linda pra caralho, hein?
Mandou bem, mano
And I fucked up I did, sure
Cropped niggas out til I fucked up the picture
Don't know what's wrong but I ain't dumb I ain't misheard
Words getting thrown like they chucked from the pitcher
And I ain't diss her
I don't want no beef, I want a hug
I really miss her
And it wasn't deep so what's the fuss
You must've misheard
Baby got her knuckles tryna tussle bro, I've been there
Yeah I've been there
But you ain't being fair
(Nah!)
Yeah you nasty
You ain't even ask me why you just angry
You just wanna blast you don't try understand me
You ain't gotta bash me time after time
I ain't even out of line, I'm upset
But you tickle my fancy
(Hah!)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks)
(Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets)
These are hand-me-downs
Cheap clothes
You wear Balmains
You don't need those
Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those
Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes
You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Fritos
Cheetos
Doritos! (ye)
I'm on a diet I don't eat those
Got me running round in circles burning ketones
You was eying me you tried it, I could see though
You had your shot and you missed (pow)
Like a free throw (yeah)
(I'm so silly)
(DJ, pára a música)
These are hand-me-downs (yeah)
Cheap clothes (yeah)
You wear Balmains (yeah)
You don't need those (yeah)
Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those (yeah)
Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes (yeah)
You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Cheetos (yeah)
Fritos (yeah)
Doritos! (yeah)
I'm on a diet I don't eat those (yeah)
Got me running round in circles burning ketones (yeah)
You was eying me you tried it, I could see though (yeah)
You had your shot and you missed (pow)
Like a free throw
(yeah)
(like a free throw)
Ah mano, é assim mesmo, tá ligado?
Dá pra agradar todo mundo nessa vida não.
Tem gente que não quer muito papo... E é assim mesmo.
Acontece com todo mundo.
Mas hein, mano. Fica triste não, véi.
Isso é bobeira. Cê um cara massa.
Bonito. Cheio de saúde. Certeza que cê acha alguém melhor qualquer hora, véi.
Vai dar certo.
I'm not hiding it, you can see the glances
Fine girl whine you're not too busy to dance with
She like "nah nigga, you gone need credentials"
"I got a man, see and he gone need some answers"
But where he at doe? You don't leave no pictures on the gram
And I pinky promise you won't get no mentions
Your eyes wandering, they don't need directions
I'm right here
It's quite clear
You don't need your glasses
(Nah!)
Take these chances
Don't leave em pass you by like the transit
You can weave your hands with mine if you ask me
Know these romancing kinds, we get angsty
You listen to Lancey? Foux?
Oh!
You tickle my fancy
(Hah!)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
Perfect
Mano do céu, véi.
Ontem eu vi que cê postou o baguio lá com a mina lá, mano
Pirei. Mina linda pra caralho, hein?
Mandou bem, mano
And I fucked up I did, sure
Cropped niggas out til I fucked up the picture
Don't know what's wrong but I ain't dumb I ain't misheard
Words getting thrown like they chucked from the pitcher
And I ain't diss her
I don't want no beef, I want a hug
I really miss her
And it wasn't deep so what's the fuss
You must've misheard
Baby got her knuckles tryna tussle bro, I've been there
Yeah I've been there
But you ain't being fair
(Nah!)
Yeah you nasty
You ain't even ask me why you just angry
You just wanna blast you don't try understand me
You ain't gotta bash me time after time
I ain't even out of line, I'm upset
But you tickle my fancy
(Hah!)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks
Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets
Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week
(If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks)
(Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets)
These are hand-me-downs
Cheap clothes
You wear Balmains
You don't need those
Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those
Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes
You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Fritos
Cheetos
Doritos! (ye)
I'm on a diet I don't eat those
Got me running round in circles burning ketones
You was eying me you tried it, I could see though
You had your shot and you missed (pow)
Like a free throw (yeah)
(I'm so silly)
(DJ, pára a música)
These are hand-me-downs (yeah)
Cheap clothes (yeah)
You wear Balmains (yeah)
You don't need those (yeah)
Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those (yeah)
Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes (yeah)
You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Cheetos (yeah)
Fritos (yeah)
Doritos! (yeah)
I'm on a diet I don't eat those (yeah)
Got me running round in circles burning ketones (yeah)
You was eying me you tried it, I could see though (yeah)
You had your shot and you missed (pow)
Like a free throw
(yeah)
(like a free throw)
Ah mano, é assim mesmo, tá ligado?
Dá pra agradar todo mundo nessa vida não.
Tem gente que não quer muito papo... E é assim mesmo.
Acontece com todo mundo.
Mas hein, mano. Fica triste não, véi.
Isso é bobeira. Cê um cara massa.
Bonito. Cheio de saúde. Certeza que cê acha alguém melhor qualquer hora, véi.
Vai dar certo.
Credits
Writer(s): João Pinheiro
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