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  • Ayy, woah, woah, woah
    Wow, yeah
    Can I get a woah, ooh, woah, woah
    Yeah

    Friday night, I'm out with the guys
    You already called me five times
    Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
    Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
    You got friends, too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
    Your life
    Texting me, "Don't bother comin' home" as if the crib ain't mine
    What's on your mind (Your mind), your my mind
    Wait on you to sober up the next day
    'Cause that's when you realize talking about some old ground
    I am tripping
    Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
    Maya Angelou, 07, shots of 42
    Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
    All this time you've been around me you don't spend a penny
    Your friends are extra friendly around me

    If you love me, can I get a whoa
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
    Can I get a whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

    Ayy
    Hop on 85, way past A&M
    Straight into Houston when I don't get wet again
    Hop on 85, way past A&M
    Girl, you know the way I went, I don't give it again
    It's raining in Houston, my love
    The streets are empty, mood is already full of
    So why make it worse if you could pull up?
    I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
    Rather spend my energy boosting you up
    Gassing you up, these American guys
    Are something different, they just talk looser than us
    You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
    All these tables pulled, you won't hook em, my love
    I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
    Corn and poop and pineapple juice in your cup
    Blinky on us these days, it's acoustic, my love
    I know you always say it's just music, my love
    But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
    The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
    I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
  • [00:08.953]Ayy, woah, woah, woah
    [00:09.735]Wow, yeah
    [00:17.840]Can I get a woah, ooh, woah, woah
    [00:25.254]Yeah
    [00:25.680]
    [00:27.917]Friday night, I'm out with the guys
    [00:31.643]You already called me five times
    [00:34.714]Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
    [00:38.032]Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
    [00:41.535]You got friends, too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
    [00:48.213]Your life
    [00:49.836]Texting me, "Don't bother comin' home" as if the crib ain't mine
    [00:54.394]What's on your mind (Your mind), your my mind
    [00:59.101]Wait on you to sober up the next day
    [01:01.456]'Cause that's when you realize talking about some old ground
    [01:06.836]I am tripping
    [01:11.503]Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
    [01:16.345]Maya Angelou, 07, shots of 42
    [01:19.654]Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
    [01:26.297]All this time you've been around me you don't spend a penny
    [01:45.318]Your friends are extra friendly around me
    [01:48.096]
    [01:48.672]If you love me, can I get a whoa
    [01:51.468]Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
    [01:58.256]Can I get a whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
    [01:58.838]
    [02:08.654]Ayy
    [02:10.579]Hop on 85, way past A&M
    [02:14.167]Straight into Houston when I don't get wet again
    [02:18.289]Hop on 85, way past A&M
    [02:22.602]Girl, you know the way I went, I don't give it again
    [02:27.933]It's raining in Houston, my love
    [02:30.624]The streets are empty, mood is already full of
    [02:34.376]So why make it worse if you could pull up?
    [02:38.509]I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
    [02:42.651]Rather spend my energy boosting you up
    [02:46.356]Gassing you up, these American guys
    [02:50.393]Are something different, they just talk looser than us
    [02:54.433]You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
    [02:58.609]All these tables pulled, you won't hook em, my love
    [03:03.141]I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
    [03:06.604]Corn and poop and pineapple juice in your cup
    [03:10.636]Blinky on us these days, it's acoustic, my love
    [03:14.746]I know you always say it's just music, my love
    [03:18.561]But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
    [03:22.421]The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
    [03:26.298]I can't see things getting much smoother, my love