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Too pop for the rap kids, too rap for the pop kids Music loud through my neighborhood, all album cuts, no top hits Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson but damn You gon' have to wait until the drop hits I forgot to take my vitamins but didn't forget to smoke Ayy, yeah, making time for things I love the most Going ghost, mhmm yeah, that's just how it goes And if you ain't heard from me, then you ain't one of those Ooh, I kick a lil' rap in my downtime, ad lib, melodies, punchlines Wow, feels like sunshine, ooh, get my good side and yeah Ayy, whoa, hurry up, let's take the picture I'm gon' caption it "that song I can't remember", uh Yeah, we some foul mouth, money spending, motherfucking '90s kids Ayy, bank account running out like my patience is Ayy, always late, tell it straight, ain't got time for this Yeah, but I got time for you Yeah, we some foul mouth, money spending, motherfucking '90s kids Ayy, bank account running out like my patience is Ayy, always late, tell it straight, ain't got time for this Yeah, but I got time for you Let's dance like thriller on, go and get your Michael on Say it with a megaphone, we ain't never coming home, ah I'm the one you wanna put your money on Not attached by the hip but the funny bone I told Google, "Clear my schedule", I told Siri, "I can't do this" Showed my outfit on the 'Gram, told Alexa, "Play the new shit" It's my jam, the verse don't start 'til the kick comes in That's what a entrance is, whole group chat just walked in Gotta handshake with all of my friends Need a whole year where the summer don't end Where the laws get broke and rules and bent And the kids get rich and the money get spent Ayy, whoa, ayy, the best things in life are free But you like expensive things, don't know which one to believe but uh (ha-ha) I could do this shit forever if this is the last thing that I remember Yeah, we some foul mouth, money spending, motherfucking '90s kids Ayy, bank account running out like my patience is Ayy, always late, tell it straight, ain't got time for this Yeah, but I got time for you Yeah, we some foul mouth, money spending, motherfucking '90s kids Ayy, bank account running out like my patience is Ayy, always late, tell it straight, ain't got time for this Yeah, but I got time for you I know you feel it, I know you feel it I can feel this Earth turning, I just wish that I could heal it, yeah No more lessons I should learn No more bridges I should burn You gon' have to wait your turn and ooh I know you feel it, uh, I know you feel it I can feel this Earth turning, I just wish that I could heal it No more lessons I should learn No more bridges I should burn They gon' have to wait they turn You gon' have to fucking listen to these Foul mouth, money spending, motherfucking '90s kids Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Theodore Tittmann, Mitchell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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