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Men too young to drive cars Back of my scooter you ride Girbaud in black and white zombas (yeah) Countin' stars in the night Honeybuns with extra frost Man, our parents would fight Teenage years we would question Kiss while listenin' to Tribe They don't understand us You're the only one that'll stand up Put your hand up Even when I don't have a plan, but You with me, you get me And when my heart get broken, you fix me No one compare Day one, you were there There's some shit on them days that just won't let up That only you'll offer to do 'Cause I forget, I always feel so much better After I talk to you 'Cause you my day one (day one), day one (day one Day one (day one), day one (day one) 'Cause you my day one (day one), day one (day one) Day one (day one) After you locked up, fuck what they talkin' 'bout I don't chase them, I replace them Hunnid dollar bills like a drink, I waste them Favorite dope boys are the ones, they traced him King Push been around the world, might Ma$e them Spinnin' like there's ten of me, shootin' at my frenemies Dirty money, let it spin dry 'til we Kennedys Let's talk symmetry, his and hers Patek, light flex for our energy Wish I could go back and just talk to beginner me Of how I should invest what I spent on the shimmery No regrets, baguettes is blushing Gosha on the sweats, all in Russian Click, clack, means no discussion, oh Who you know chart number one like Bruno? Still tip the scale like sumo Erase you out your spot like Pluto Got love for all my day unos There's some shit on them days that just won't let up That only you'll offer to do 'Cause I forget, I always feel so much better After I talk to you 'Cause you my day one (day one), day one (day one) Day one (day one), day one (day one) Cause you my day one (day one), day one (day one) Day one (day one) After you locked up, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Calvin Harris, Maneesh Bidaye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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