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Said stop right there How you gon' froze when the spotlight there I'mma say it don't stop right there 'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head What I said go on walk right there It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin' And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money Ain't it funny, shit I got too much chutzpah That band gon' break 'cause that band ain't rubber I been standing on a leg for the past eight summers Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna I'm like Payday pop off Filet mignon then Hear the whip pullin' up bumpin' tame impala Ayo where the cars at Shit the valet brought 'em 'Cause I been standing on a leg for the past eight autumns Now it's Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays) What a lovely life we've made (Life we've made) Tend to catch them southern feels, yeah Caught inside of memorabilia Mama, father something's changed (Something's changed) Life is truly all a maze (All a maze) Learn to capture something real, yeah That's the shit that's gonna heal you So stop right there How you gon' froze when the spotlight there I'mma say it don't stop right there 'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head What I said go on walk right there It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin' And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money Ain't it funny, shit Wait I'm that boy I want an art chick with a thin waist To come fill that void Shorty wanna throw shade I don't hear that noise Until she rip my chain And then she on my belt, wait I've been flipping scripts Y'all ain't making money Y'all still ain't making shit I run them glee fuckboys With they shoes and empty pockets Still flexing that petty shit, wait, wait, wait 'Cause I've been standing on a leg Feels like it's been eight years And you all know that I've been hoping And I know that it's been far too long But I still feel no fear And we all know that I'm still holdin' on Said stop right there How you gon' froze when the spotlight there I'mma say it don't stop right there 'Cause you'll go cold if you ain't gon' head What I said go on walk right there It don't matter, lights on, lights off, like fuck it I'mma go hard 'cause I ain't got nothin' And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money Ain't it funny, shit
Writer(s): Garrett Owens, Cáitlin Mcdonnell, Austin Dean Pool, Koby Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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