Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Part I: 645AR – Bible and a K / Nadia Oh - S.E.X
Intro: 645AR
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)
Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
Verse 1: 645AR
He say he street, they say they don't know you
Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot
Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot
I will bring the smoke to your front door
Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be
Chorus 1: 645AR
I ridе wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, wе gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues
Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
Chorus 2: 645AR
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)
Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
Verse 2: 645AR, Nadia Oh
He say he street, they say they don't know you (S.E.X.)
Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot
Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot (S.E.X.)
I will bring the smoke to your front door
Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be (S.E.X.)
Outro: 645AR, Nadia Oh
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K (S.E.X.)
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot (S.E.X.)
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues
Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
Part II: Nadia Oh - S.E.X
Intro: Nadia Oh
Sex in the morning, sex at night
Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright
Sex in the morning, sex at night
Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright
Chorus: Nadia Oh
S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways
S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed
S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days
I wanna do it with someone like you
Verse: Nadia Oh
Any position is good for me
Queen size bed, got room for three
We can do it in the kitchen, we can do it in the hall
Anytime, any place, anywhere, just give me a call
Chorus: Nadia Oh
S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways
S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed
S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days
Sixty-nine positions in a one-night love affair
Part III: Mike WiLL Made-It - 23
Intro: Mike WiLL, Wiz Khalifa, Nadia Oh
Aha, I'm so fresh man (Eardrummers, eardrummers)
S.E.X
Man, y'all scared to do it how I do it (Tahahahahahahahaha)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Chorus: Miley Cyrus
I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)
In the club high on purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
Post-Chorus: Juicy J
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (You know it)
So get like me (Mm-hm)
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (We trippy)
J's on my feet (We trippy)
So get like me (Mm-hmm)
Verse 1: Miley Cyrus
I be in the club, uh (The club), standing on the couch (The couch)
In them Wolf Grey's (What?) like it's my house (I'm home)
Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect (Ayy)
Looking like a model, who just got a check (Cha-ching)
I back it up, 'cause I don't give a fuck, uh (I don't)
If you're a lame, that's a shame, you can't hang with us (Uh-uh)
I'm MC Hammer fly (Fresh), you can't touch (Nope)
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club
Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray
With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side, uh
My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now
Chorus: Miley Cyrus
I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)
In the club high on purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
Part IV: GloRilla - HOLLON
Verse 1: GloRilla, Juicy J
J's on my feet, J's on my feet
Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)
J's on my feet
Me and my bitches go gnarly
J's on my feet
Give a fuck about this party
So get like me
We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that)
J's on my feet, J's on my feet
Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)
J's on my feet, So get like me
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
Chorus
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Verse 2: GloRilla
I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No)
I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)
Part V: T-Baby - Body Hop (Oh My Goodness) / GloRilla - HOLLON
Intro: T-Baby
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Verse 1: GloRilla
Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop)
Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang)
Post-Verse: T-Baby
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Verse 2: T-Baby
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Instrumental
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Yeah, yeah
Part VI: That Kid - Captain (Krypt Remix)
Verse 1: Tama Gucci
Everything feels perfect
Yes everything is perfect
You wanna be my captain
Take me on a journey, on an Oddesey
Then put your hands on my body
I know you think about it it's okay to come clean
I promise it'll be worth it
Change your life
You'll be glad that you came for me
Just trust in your heart
You know we can do anything
Chorus: Tama Gucci, T-Baby
You wanna be my captain yeah
You wanna be my captain
Ooh, yeah
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Bridge: Tama Gucci
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Outro: T-Baby
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Part VII: 2hollis - trauma
Chorus: 2hollis, Tama Gucci
Yeah, yeah
I ain't got no time for all that drama, huh
Yeah, yeah
Jumpin' out that pit, I took no trauma, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, you thought you were special? (Yeah) Thinkin' everyone's against you (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm stuck, C6H12, bitch, I'm tryna forget you (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I speak to Trisme (Yeah), you could show me love or show me hate (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You could choose to feel love or feel pain (Ah), once a year I go insane
Yeah, yeah
Once a year I go David Blaine, disappear, never come back
Yeah, yeah
My life feels like a live stream, all the cameras on me, gotta watch my back
Post-Chorus: 2hollis
Back, back, just another heart attack
Back, I'm goin' back, b-b-back
Just another flashback, flash (Yeah, oh)
Just another flashback, makin' my way home
In too deep, doors lockin' on me, everybody waiting for me in the main room
Bridge: 2hollis
Oh, you tryna eat? Oh, you want a lil' piece? Every man for himself, no ****
Oh, you tryna leave? Oh, you tryna get free? Chain locked to the motherfuckin' pavement (Yeah)
I ain't even know what they saying (Yeah), I don't even know what they playing
I ain't even know my name, I don't even know my name
Outro: Tama Gucci
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Part VIII: JPEGMAFIA - SIN MIEDO
Intro: Mr. Mixx
Peggy! Peggy!
Big-big-big-big-big-bi-bi-bi-bi-big booty hoes, up with it
Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA & Mr. Mixx
You niggas is bitches, I don't wanna kick it
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Peggy, I aim for the fences, you niggas don't swing, you stackin' up misses
Big booty hoes, up with it
You tweetin' your business, we can't do no business
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Dick-ridin' is expensive, if you need a image, then baby, don't listen
Let me see you touch the ground, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big booty hoes
Keep bumpin' who-the-fuck-is-that?
Fake-plug-talkin' Tubi rappers
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Got a machine behind 'em, and still they can't fill up capacity with they raps
Big booty hoes, up with it
Baby mama be a rap snack, grew up white, now they act black
Let me see you touch the ground, ground
Refrain: JPEGMAFIA, Mr. Mixx
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
She had issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Outro: Mr. Mixx
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Part IX: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)
Intro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Chorus: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Off with your head
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll, heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Let me see you touch the ground
Heads will roll
Ground, ground, ground, ground
On the floor
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Off, off with your head
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Heads will roll
On the floor
Outro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Trina
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop!
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Part X: Trina - Pull Over
Chorus: Trick Daddy, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Chorus: Trick Daddy
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Verse 1: Trina
Dumps in the truck
Thighs like what?
Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!
I know you like the way the booty go
Like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say whoa
I got a fat ass nann nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt
Chorus: Trick Daddy
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Outro: Trick Daddy
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Part XI: cece natalie - 754 / INOJ - Moving On
Intro: cece natalie, Trick Daddy
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Verse 1: cece natalie
Hey, hello I'ma get loud
7:54, I'm feelin' it now
I’m out the door, I'ma get loud
Where are you now?
Watch it go down
The right amount of nothing but you got a perfect timing
Half the time I think I'm onto something, there's someone behind me
I decided not to bother, but I'm hoping that you find me
Where are you now?
Watch it go down
Chorus: cece natalie, Cakedog
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
This is suicidal
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
This is suicidal
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
This is suicidal
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
Part XII: Cakedog - SUICIDAL
Intro: Cakedog
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
Bridge: Cakedog
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
Chorus: Cakedog
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
Drop: Cakedog
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Outro: Cakedog
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
Part XIII: che - It’s My Party and I’ll Die If I Want To
Chorus: che, Cakedog
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
I don't want the peace no more (Peace), yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
Huh, go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)
Verse: che
Huh, niggas won't live their own life, they wan' watch me, huh
Boy, your posse's full of bitches and some hype beast (Yeah)
Boy, the bitches that you with (Yeah, yeah), I wouldn't be five feet (Ha)
If I get this lil' bitch naked, she gon' like me (Huh, oh, yeah)
She said, "che, I can't take it, you like five feet deep" (Oh)
Okay, bitch, you tired of me? (Hey) Beat it
Yeah, I'm rockin' pink Alyx (Hey), I look just like a liter
I put flesh up on the teeth (Oh, yeah), shawty, just like I'm a teether (Fee)
Yeah, pushin' P, yeah, eh, that be the pussy bleeder
Huh, face eater (Yeah), blood eater (Yeah)
I don't teach her shit, she don't teach me either, she a keeper
Let's go put that bitch, yeah, on that tee, eh-eh-eh-eh, on that TEC
Ain't no peace in me, huh, yeah, ain't no peace in me (And I'm M.I.A.)
Made in Atlanta
Part XIV: FKA twigs - jealousy
Chorus: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che
Jealousy you put on me
You're in your feelings way too deep
Jealousy you put on me
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? (Fuck it)
Jealousy you put on me
You're in your feelings way too deep
Jealousy you put on me
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?
Outro: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Part XV: Lil Yachty - Yacht Club
Chorus: Juice WRLD, che
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
Verse: Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD, che
Ayy, ayy, air it out
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a bitch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rollin' Loud
She do—
—ke a nerd doin' homework
Outro: Juice WRLD
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
Part XVI: Tate McRae - exes / Squarepusher - My Red Hot Car (mashup)
Intro: Tate McRae
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Chorus: Tate McRae
(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
Verse 1: Tate McRae
Happens every time
I don't mean, mean to be cold, but that's how I get, oh
Me and all my pride
Tryna burn down every damn bridge any time we can, and again
Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock
And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough
Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was
Chorus: Tate McRae
(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
Post-Chorus: Tate McRae
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Oh-oh-oh)
Changed my mind up like it's ori—
Verse 2: Tate McRae
Say, say I wanna go there, then I wanna leave
Make another promise that I can't keep
I don't ever know what I want, but that's what you want
If you're down, well, then don't blame me
Breakin' it all before it starts, makin' it all up in my head
But I just overshare 'bout things I never meant
Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock
And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough
Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was (Was)
Chorus: Tate McRae
Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me (Nah, nah)
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me (Yeah)
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
Post-Chorus: Tate McRae
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami (Ha-ha)
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Outro: Tate McRae
Kisses to my exes, I know that I did you dirty
Little messed up, little selfish, we ain't married, I ain't thirty
Yeah, we hooked up, then we broke up, then I said you really hurt me
But I still got your number and your necklace, kisses to my exes
Part XVII: Slow Pulp - Cramps / skaiwater - real feel / Janet Jackson - All for You
Verse 1: Slow Pulp
She seems so ambitious, talking and she's spitting
And I think I know what I’m missing
There's nothing better
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Samples, covers and versions
Samples
- 645AR
- Nadia Oh
- Mike WiLL Made-It (Ft. Juicy J, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa)
- GloRilla
- That Kid (Ft. Tama Gucci)
- 2hollis
- JPEGMAFIA
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs