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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathaniel Motte
Nathaniel Motte
Vocals
Sean Foreman
Sean Foreman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Motte
Nathaniel Motte
Songwriter
Sean Foreman
Sean Foreman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
3OH!3
3OH!3
Producer
Eric Stenman
Eric Stenman
Additional Engineer
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Producer
Travis Huff
Travis Huff
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Won't be your nasty little boy I'm not your boyfriend, baby I can't grant your every wish I'm not your knight in shining armor So I just leave you with this kiss You can catch me on the speed train Beeper in a three way Shinin' with the gleam chain And your honey givin' me brain You can catch me watchin' AI Mellow, it's game time Pinkie with the same shine Pit bull and a canine You know I rep' this shit I got it tatted on my skin If you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you're fuckin' with the best I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Nah, nah, won't be your nasty little boy Whoo, I'm not your boyfriend, baby Yeah, I can't grant your every wish Yeah, I'm not your knight in shining armor So I just leave you with this kiss Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated You can catch me on the speed train Beeper in a three-way Shinin' with the gleam chain And your honey givin' me brain You can catch me watchin' AI Mellow, it's game time Pinkie with the same shine Pit bull and a canine You know I rep' this shit I got it tatted on my skin And if you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you fuckin' with the best Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright
Writer(s): Nathaniel Motte, Sean Foreman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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