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Yeah, that's right Work them hills and you graduated college, got a job last year Bad pretty black chick, bad with her friends, with her new man in the back of a black Benz Got new dreams and you mean with the jeans Watchu mean, watchu say, watchu mean what I say? Doublin' up your worth, whatchu want from the boy? Runnin' to get the ring and I told all my boys So, pick up the aunties, pick up the nieces Call all of your nephews, hit up Martika Tell her that I can't come around no mo' When the sun don't shine round the year no more Northside hitter ain't in the north no more And I ain't going back to being broke no more, ah Real shit, I'mma keep with the boys I'mma keep words soft Fuck it homie, roll dat dope shit Baby let me, then I grow shit Glowed up, got me fitted like a glow stick Uh, but that's okay cause I dance through the pain No addition like a stamp through the brain Can you feel this energy? This is the start of something great We might... be a little late... hey Hey, but at least we're on our way You got too much time to waste Focusing on what people say They might not like that we've arrived But we're here to stay Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Let's go, let go I got a blacked out Chevrolet You don't have a destination Traveling where the wind will take us That might be from place to place Oh shit, I just graduated I don't have any obligations So let's have a little fun Go 'head and drop all the relations Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let go, let go Let's go, let's go So let's go, let's go Let go, let's go
Writer(s): Danielle De Picciotto, Ozan Yildirim, Atilla Elci, Khalid Robinson, Noah Gale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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