Sydney

Why you gotta act so immature You wan't me but you ain't sure I be half way to Australia by the time you at my door I be out here getting mine Then you want me to be yours It don't work like that, don't believe in words like that Every day I turn my back on yesterday, That's where you at and where you stay, no coming back to you It's a Sunday afternoon All em niggas gassing you Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you Kick back at the crib Champagne in the fridge Back yard with a pool Where my niggas lit Where you at Where you been Where you at Where you been Let me live Bad chick in LA, uh Palm trees in my shades, uh I been riding these waves, yeah Why you throwing me shade, uh Bad chick in New York, uh Miss her when i'm on tour, uh She been keeping it real Boy don't forget where you from Lately you been acting like you care Calling me like we a pair I been out in California with a girl I Met in Texas but she from the Carolina's Let's just keep it how we left it, yes it work like that Don't know why you hurt like that Left me then you turn right back Stab me when I turn my back Now it seem you running after me But I'm living happily This is just how it had to be There's just so much happening Hope you'll be glad for me Kick back at the crib Champagne in the fridge Back yard with a pool Where my niggas lit Where you at Where you been Where you at Where you been Let me live Bad chick in LA, uh Palm trees in my shades, uh I been riding these waves, yeah Why you throwing me shade, uh Bad chick in New York, uh Miss her when i'm on tour, uh She been keeping it real Boy don't forget where you from Only want the love if the love is free Could've been good but you [?] Call my phone like where I'm at With a women that really got love for me Thanks for all of that pain Thanks for helping me grow Funny how this shit change You ain't got shit from my soul Kick back at the crib Champagne in the fridge Back yard with a pool Where my niggas lit Where you at Where you been Where you at Where you been Let me live Bad chick in LA, uh Palm trees in my shades, uh I been riding these waves, yeah Why you throwing me shade, uh Bad chick in New York, uh Miss her when i'm on tour, uh She been keeping it real Boy don't forget where you from