High School Reunion, Prom (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
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作曲 : Symere Woods/Carlos St. John/Lee Stashenko/Christopher N'quay Rosser

制作人 : f a l l e n/Quay Global

Cook that **** up Quay

Told Lee he'd be a millionaire

I'm eatin' meals outside with dinners in

I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is

She ain't believe in love, just the benefits

I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce

Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages

Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences

I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes

Don't say you ride unless you ready know my enemies

I might change up, my nigga, I don't

Truth is a nigga don't love, so what for?

And low lights, a nigga gotta live the nights young

He gotta try some, he gotta love somebody more than yourself, my love

Even if he need a little help, my love

Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love

Feels so natural, I never felt, my love

It's toxic love, and I don't know nobody else

Said you was spyin' on the highway to Hell

You a whole movie, a whole ****in' film

So I kinda like it, but I'm lyin'

When I'm sick of fallin' in love

I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of ****in' it up

Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love

I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love

Done with my emotion

Every time I open my eyes

You're the first thing I see (I'm done with her emotions)

Wherever you are, it's the first place I wanna be

I been a rock-star, yeah (Hello?)

Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (Yeah)

Too much money, no, I don't barely talk, yeah (Nah)

I don't mess up my shoes, I don't barely walk, yeah (At all)

Inside is all red (All red), outside is so white though

Whip it up instead ('Stead), movin' all that white dough

I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love

My pockets full of crips, my pink diamonds they look like bloods

Uh, now how could I focus?

When I'm sick of fallin' in love

I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of ****in' it up

Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love

I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love

Done with my emotion

We came too close to the edge now

We almost died last night

This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time

Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry

My feelings mixed up right now

混音师 : Erik Madrid

母带工程师 : Colin Leonard

作曲 : Symere Woods/Carlos St. John/Lee Stashenko/Christopher N'quay Rosser

制作人 : f a l l e n/Quay Global

Cook that **** up Quay

Told Lee he'd be a millionaire

I'm eatin' meals outside with dinners in

I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is

She ain't believe in love, just the benefits

I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce

Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages

Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences

I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes

Don't say you ride unless you ready know my enemies

I might change up, my nigga, I don't

Truth is a nigga don't love, so what for?

And low lights, a nigga gotta live the nights young

He gotta try some, he gotta love somebody more than yourself, my love

Even if he need a little help, my love

Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love

Feels so natural, I never felt, my love

It's toxic love, and I don't know nobody else

Said you was spyin' on the highway to Hell

You a whole movie, a whole ****in' film

So I kinda like it, but I'm lyin'

When I'm sick of fallin' in love

I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of ****in' it up

Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love

I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love

Done with my emotion

Every time I open my eyes

You're the first thing I see (I'm done with her emotions)

Wherever you are, it's the first place I wanna be

I been a rock-star, yeah (Hello?)

Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (Yeah)

Too much money, no, I don't barely talk, yeah (Nah)

I don't mess up my shoes, I don't barely walk, yeah (At all)

Inside is all red (All red), outside is so white though

Whip it up instead ('Stead), movin' all that white dough

I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love

My pockets full of crips, my pink diamonds they look like bloods

Uh, now how could I focus?

When I'm sick of fallin' in love

I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of ****in' it up

Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love

I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love

Done with my emotion

We came too close to the edge now

We almost died last night

This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time

Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry

My feelings mixed up right now

混音师 : Erik Madrid

母带工程师 : Colin Leonard

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