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SAINt JHN - God Bless the Internet (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
Fallen
Fallen
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Stashenko
Lee Stashenko
Songwriter
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
f a l l e n
f a l l e n
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Maybe I should not be drinkin', before you ask me just how I feel Maybe I should not be drinkin', 'fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal Yeah, I got a girlfriend, yeah, I should be faithful And I think of you like Wi-Fi, and I think of her like cable Last night I got a offer for a 100G's No lie, they tryna pay me just to run and breath I remember Mickey D's for the number three's And I remember T.J. MAXX, for the summer tees I remember wearing dunks in the dungarees And the GAP boxer-brief nigga, underneath Countin' on my name, brand clothes, one at least Now I need those Gucci sneaks, at least one a piece She's on my dick, she knows me from somewhere on TV, and she saw me on the internet I only let her give me brain, what can I say, I love her intellect She understands that I am on the come up so she sees the benefit She wants to hold on tighter so she let's go of my waist for a better grip Please don't, please don't Two or no less in a threesome Let me know if you need some Drop it low unless your knees don't, work Maybe I should not be drinkin', before you ask me just how I feel Maybe I should not be drinkin', 'fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal Yeah, I got a girlfriend, yeah, I should be faithful And I think of you like Wi-Fi, and I think of her like cable I met a girl on the plane And I don't even pretend to know her name And I told I ain't into Lois Lane And she told me the sex is sorta like a Novacane And she likes to overtrain, woah Then I told her "Slow the lane" Then I told her "Baby, you might wanna show restraint" Then I told her "Fuck it, whatchu' know, it's all the same" You got some shit to overcome, so I really hope you came, wait White wines, baby white lies This is my time, know me well from my timeline She's on my dick, she knows me from somewhere on TV, and she saw me on the internet I only let her give me brain, what can I say, I love her intellect She understands that I am on the come up so she sees the benefit She wants to hold on tighter so she let's go of my waist for a better grip Please don't, please don't Two or no less in a threesome Let me know if you need some Drop it low unless your knees don't, work Maybe I should not be drinkin', before you ask me just how I feel Maybe I should not be drinkin', 'fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal Yeah, I got a girlfriend, yeah, I should be faithful I think of you like Wi-Fi, and I think of her like cable, woo Baby, baby Brenda got a baby And you came from the 80s And they call a nigga wavy Baby, baby Brenda got a baby And you came from the 80s And they call a nigga wavy
Writer(s): Corey Latif Williams, Lee Stashenko, Carlos St. John Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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