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24kgoldn - El Dorado Album Lyrics



24kgoldn - El Dorado Lyrics






The Top

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, at the top, top (mmm, mmm)

Sushi and scallops but she want Italian
Order it straight to the crib (to the crib)
I got a vision but they do not get it
I know that it is what it is (it is what it is)
Watch over shoulders 'cause I'm gettin' older
Aware that they plot on the kid (on the kid)
Screamin' and shouting 'cause these niggas doubted me, but

I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, goin' brazy (yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (yeah, yeah)
'Cause they used to never show love (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna f*ck with me, baby
Just f*ck with me, don't act fugazi (no, no)
'Cause that would be crazy (whoa, whoa)
Ain't no need for frontin', my love (no, no)

I fly G5, still rock Levi's
Cool pants gang, we up in this bitch (up in this bitch)
She wan' see my Givenchy
I told that girl it's up in my crib
Don't mind me, I blow my trees
Then blow your back out up in this bitch (up in this bitch)
Rockstar lifestyle, lovin' that shit (lovin' that shit)
Popstar, iced out, twenty, my wrist
Tony Montana, we goin' bananas
My little friend with me when we overseas
I met a shorty who's 'bout to turn forty
I'm talkin' my shit, we just shootin' the breeze
Italians and Porsches, 'bout five hunnid horses
I whip in the rain, and I keep it a G (skrr, skrr, skrr)
Turn out the streets, we disturbin' the peace (word)

'Cause it don't feel the same (no, no, no, no)
When you ain't here to witness my name (name)
Goin' insane (insane)
Everything changed (it do, it do)
When you have the money and fame (fame)
It don't feel the same no more

I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, goin' brazy (yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (yeah, yeah)
'Cause they used to never show love (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna f*ck with me, baby
Just f*ck with me, don't act fugazi (no, no)
'Cause that would be crazy (whoa, whoa)
Ain't no need for frontin', my love (no, no)

I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, goin' brazy (yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (yeah, yeah)
'Cause they used to never show love (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna f*ck with me, baby
Just f*ck with me, don't act fugazi (no, no)
'Cause that would be crazy (whoa, whoa)
Ain't no need for frontin', my love (no, no)

I'm the happiest that I've ever been
Bel-Air gettin' fresher than prince
Big racks, I got money to spend
Big packs in the back of the Benz
Pink slips, tell me why would I rent?
Chrome Hearts, I could see through the tint
I got my phone off, gettin' domed up
While we roll up in the Lotus
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone
All of our price, they went up with the wind
She wanna bone, bone, bone
You know that's all that I needed to hear
Where did you go, go, go?
You lost in the sauce, so I'm leavin'
'Cause right now it's time for the demons (yeah)
Not my fault, you didn't believe

'Cause it don't feel the same (no-no, no-no)
When you ain't here to witness my name (name)
Goin' insane (insane)
Everything changed (it do, it do)
When you have the money and fame (fame)
It don't feel the same no more

But I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, goin' brazy (yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (yeah, yeah)
'Cause they used to never show love (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna f*ck with me, baby
Just f*ck with me, don't act fugazi (no, no)
'Cause that would be crazy (whoa, whoa)
Ain't no need for frontin', my love (no, no)

I'm at the top, at the top, at the top
At the top, goin' brazy (yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (yeah, yeah)
'Cause they used to never show love (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna f*ck with me, baby
Just f*ck with me, don't act fugazi (no, no)
'Cause that would be crazy (whoa, whoa)
Ain't no need for frontin', my love, oh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Love or Lust

It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
It's never enough, so I gotta leave you now
Uh-whoa

Would you walk eight thousand miles
Just to make me smile on a rainy Wednesday?
If so, then you gots to go
It ain't mutual and I'm not pretending
Greenlight, I'm the kryptonite to your love life, no happy ending
You need to slow down, shawty, you way too focused on me

Callin' all the time, blowin' up my line crazy (yeah, yeah)
Now I gotta hide, do the duck and dive daily
Couldn't see the signs, you're a Gemini
Shoulda known (ayy, ayy)
Shoulda known

It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
Was warm to the touch, it's colder than winter now
Uh-whoa
It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
It's never enough, so I gotta leave you now
Uh-whoa

When destiny calls, it won't be for me
Yeah, you should move on, there's nothin' to see here (No)
Isn't my fault you fall into pieces
Told you from the jump (jump), I can give you what you want

Said you'd keep your cool, we could take it slow (take it slow)
'Til you heard my song on the radio
And now we can't go back to the way it was before (before)
Before

It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
Was warm to the touch, it's colder than winter now
Uh-whoa
It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
It's never enough, so I gotta leave you now
Uh-whoa

Who told you to be so rude?
You're actin' too irrational (you crazy, girl)
I told you the truth, so let me be now
Uh-whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
Was warm to the touch, it's colder than winter now
Uh-whoa
It's love or it's lust, we just need to be clear
'Cause if you're in love, then I shouldn't be here
It's never enough, so I gotta leave you now (oh)
Uh-whoa

Love or lust
Love or lust (yeah, yeah)
Love or lust
Love or lust (ooh)
Love or lust
Love or lust
Uh-whoa
Uh-whoa
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Billy Walsh, Golden Landis Von Jones, Louis Russell Bell, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Company

I like the money, I need some endorsements
She wanna f*ck in the back of the Porsche
King of my city, I roll up with bosses
Diamonds imported

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

She like my dance moves, uh
Guess I'm the man, she turned to a fan
Now we making fast moves, uh
Lookin' for love but it never lasts
I guess that's what cash do (ooh)
Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands (Goddamnn, bruh)
And something that's brand new (ooh)
Told her, "Watch what that bag do"
'Cause it could get litty when I'm in my city (yeah)
You know it's more fun when you papered out
I need a biddy to show me some titties
The real definition of hangin' out (hangin' out)
Maybe some kitty 'cause I'm really pretty
But I know you shy when the gang around (hey, hey)
Ain't got no time to just hang around
F*ckin' or fightin', we bang it out

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block (yeah)
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) (yeah)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (I got that bag on me, ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on (you know what I'm sayin'?)
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me (what up?)
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company (Pluto)

Might spoil the bitch for the thrill
I f*ck bitches on million dollars worth of bills
I get it poppin' by all, any means
I hold up my wrist, that's a Bentley machine
Ain't havin' issues with gettin' fettuccine
You f*ckin' King Pluto, you get what you dreamin'
Mop up my top, got me splashin' codeine
Swap out your wardrobe, you f*ckin' a king
Came out the bottom like 400 Juvie
Put a switch on it and go make a movie
Trippin' off ecstasy, I'm totally polluted
Bitches on bitches, they done my recruitin'
Hoes, they goin' both ways
They get it poppin' on good medication (good medication)
Diamonds on me, Bobby Brown (diamonds on me)
Diamonds be dancin' on me, MJ (ooh-ooh)
I put them Rolex diamonds on my trigger finger (ooh)
Walk 'em down, leave a nigga in the cold (ooh-ooh)
I put the Bentley Spur on a cha-cha
Had to turn up another nigga ho (ooh)
And she do whatever a nigga say
I'm controllin' my bitches without usin' a remote (turn it up)
I done came from the bottom, I started with nothin'
Had to go out and get me a Draco
I done smashed on an R&B star in the trenches
These bitches gon' do what I say so (do what I say so)
Hop in my shit, you know damn well I'm lit
I've been f*ckin' these thotties, I'm loaded and rich (loaded and rich)
Came up from nothin' (came up)
You know these racks bought these gold diggin' bitches (Freebandz)
I sent the smoke (what?)
Set a nigga on fire and kill all the witnesses (it's true)

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on (whoa)
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up (rollin', hol' up)
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block (block)
She wanna dance, well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up (hey)
Just to keep me some company (hey, hey)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Blake Slatkin, Golden Landis Von Jones, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nicholas Mira, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Outta Pocket

Mmm
I know, you know

I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new?
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do
I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new?
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do (bands do)

Lookin' for trouble, I'm comin' with double
Bussin' these bottles and then I'm burstin' your bubble (ooh)
Doin' whatever I want, whenever I want to (to)
Paper beside me, I'm always ready to rumble
Oh-oh, f*cking 'round, actin' like a foe
Bangin' on my door (on my door), oh-oh, oh (knock, knock)
I seen you last week (yeah)
You tried to pass me, you ain't no athlete
Doin' what I wanna do (wanna do)
Makes me comfortable (comfortable)
I'ma count these hunnids blue (racks)
With no regards to you

I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new? (Brand new)
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do (do)
I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new?
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do (bands do)

Ooh
I been tryna keep my cool (cool)
Late nights posted in the stu' (stu')
Money-makin' moves (moves)
Don't know what to choose (choose)
Don't know what to do (do)
Don't know what to do (ooh)
You don't really want me, you just wanna boast (boast)
You just wanna be in all my videos (videos)
No, think you gotta go (go)
Actin' like a model never walked before (before)
So f*ck your love
Never seen a young nigga win, well I could
Now you wanna f*ck, girl, but what's good?
Know you think that

I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new?
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do
I be out of pocket, I be actin' rude
Think I gotta chill, check my attitude
Why you go and start actin' brand new?
Baby girl, you know that's what them bands do (bands do)

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Blake Slatkin, Golden Landis Von Jones, Nicco Anthony Catalano, Nick Mira, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Coco

I told you, I'm in the studio
How many times you gon' call me?
Goddamn, this bitch trippin' (skrrt, skrrt)
(94 don't need no brakes, yeah)

Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself?
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel

Oh my God, why is shawty tryna text me?
Too turnt up, in the back of the jetstream (yeah)
Can't be cuffed, but she tryin' to arrest me
Lyin' to impress me, dyin' to forget me
I can't keep singin' all my songs for ya'
You keep on ringin' me, goes on and on
Can't seem to figure out what's wrong with ya' (woah)
Checkin' your temperature, thermometer

Seems like lately
You're Coco crazy

Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell (tell)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself? (To yourself)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt (lock, lock, lock)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel

Coco, no Chanel (woo)
Super pretty chocolate nigga, she say she can tell
Make her feel like I'm from heaven but I still put her through hell
They wasn't 'bout what I was 'bout
Them niggas ain't rock the way that I rock
I realized, they ain't mean me well (let's go!)
Told her don't call my phone with all that nice shit (oh no)
Double C's on the belt correlate the ice hit (bling, bling)
Gettin' to know me right now, it's highly unlikely
'Cause I still remember the days when people like you didn't like me

Seems like lately (but f*ck that, you know)
You're Coco crazy (I ain't even trippin', you know what I mean? I'm doin' good without you)

Go!

Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell (tell)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself? (To yourself)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt (lock, lock, lock)
Coco (Coco) Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones, Jace Logan Jennings, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Butterflies

You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference
You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference

I told her, "mi amor, mi amor"
Whatcha leavin' for, you leavin' for?
I'm tryna see for sure, to be for sure
That you're the one that's right for me, you know
'Cause I'm a first class nigga, overseas we go
Can't have no burnt-out biddy tryna keep my soul
'Cause they see that we poppin' and got what they don't
Keep a piece 'cause a problem is not what you want

You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference
You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference

I hear the things you tellin' me
But everything ain't nothin' no more
I'm searching for a remedy, some empathy
But never got none
So who (who), are you (are you)
To tell me what I felt was nothin'?
You (you), can't choose (can't choose)
The way I should express my lovin'

You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference
You givin' me butterflies, ain't talking 'bout kisses
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my missus
You say I'm a player, and I say that you trippin'
'Cause when we together, it don't make a difference

Yeah, mmm
I ain't tryna do wrong but the space is gray
And I know you hang on to the words I say
I ain't tryna look dumb 'cause that would make your day
So I'ma look both ways before you drive me cray
But then I also been right like when I book that flight
And you was happier that mornin' than you was last night
So let's keep on rollin' up, rainbows over there
Butterfly doors so you know it's us (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I should've learned from all them lil' hoes that I trust
But I didn't, so I guess I gotta focus up
Who we kiddin'? I'm that nigga and they know what's up

You say you like my vibe and my energy
I say you annoying and it's killin' me
Constant with the questions, baby, why you always drillin' me?
Spoken from the heart, so I sincerely hope you feelin' me
You say you like my vibe and my energy
I say you annoying and it's killin' me
Never had a problem 'til you started actin' industry
Find the one that's supposed to make the hits, then why you hittin' me?
Hittin' me, hittin' me

Just hit me up right now
I'm at the club right now
I'm too turnt up right now
You know it's goin' down
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up
Oh, mmm, mmm
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Breath Away

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

First you tell me you love me, then you tell me you leaving
With nothing left to say
I'm just looking for loving 'cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

'Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (me)
In the start, felt a spark, it was meant to be
I'm just looking for loving 'cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

First time I saw you (you), it felt so special (ooh)
Was the worst time when you said you like him better
Took a step right on my heart in your stilettos, whoa
I just don't get it no more
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

One, two step, let's do-si-do
Hold me tight, don't let me go
Always had a thing for hoes (hoes)
That's where it all went wrong, yeah

First you tell me you love me, then you tell me you leaving (leaving)
With nothing left to say
I'm just looking for loving 'cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

'Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (me)
In the start, felt a spark, it was meant to be (be)
I'm just looking for loving, 'cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

Ooh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Ooh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Ain't going tit for tat, girl take your number back
You forgot how to act, what happened with that?
Acting like Billy Jean, typical drama queen
Causing another scene, it seems to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm far gone, been waiting too long
While you were dead wrong, and everyone told me
It's beyond repair, I been warned
There's baggage on board, but good girls get boring

First you tell me you love me, then you tell me you leaving
With nothing left to say
I'm just looking for loving 'cause I feel like I need it
So, take my breath away

'Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (me)
In the start, felt a spark, it was meant to be (be)
I'm just looking for loving, 'cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

Ooh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Ooh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Billy Walsh, Blake Slatkin, Carter Lang, Golden Landis Von Jones, Keegan Bach, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Yellow Lights

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yellow lights
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Don't want no yellow lights (yellow lights), don't want no mixed message (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), I must've misread it (ooh-woah)
We do this every night (every night), you say I don't get it (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), what's with the dissonance?

You told me you got somethin' to say tonight (you got somethin' to say tonight)
Well, how 'bout you just say it right now? (Right now)
'Cause you've been runnin' through my head again
Want you in my bed again (again)
I just need to know if you down (down)
For the crown 'cause we could achieve it (yeah, yeah)
Look around, it's nothing but demons (no, ooh-woah)
Love you now, but don't you deceive me (oh no, no-no)
So what's with the frown? I thought you was down (are you down?)

Don't want no yellow lights (yellow lights), don't want no mixed message (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), I must've misread it (ooh-woah)
We do this every night (every night), you say I don't get it (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), what's with the dissonance?
Don't want no yellow lights (yellow lights), don't want no mixed message (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), I must've misread it (ooh-woah)
We do this every night (every night), you say I don't get it (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), what's with the dissonance?

Seem like you stuck in your ways (your ways)
F*ckin' around, doin' nothin' for days
Seem like you stuck in a haze (in a haze)
All your emotions just rottin' away
I'm tryna make 'em amazed (amazed)
Nothin' but lights when I hop on the stage
Now all your feelings done changed (done changed)
Now you wan' f*ck in the wraith

Brace for impact
Caught up in my gaze, I ain't mean to distract
Wait (ooh, no), where your friends at? (Where?)
Clingin' on to me (me), baby, word on the street
They say the money don't change you, I don't know (i don't know)
'Cause I've been tryna stay the same (the same), I won't fold (i won't fold)
But you just keep on playin' games, girl, back and forth (back and forth)
I can't take no more

Don't want no yellow lights (yellow lights), don't want no mixed message (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), I must've misread it (ooh-woah)
We do this every night (every night), you say I don't get it (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), what's with the dissonance?
Don't want no yellow lights (yellow lights), don't want no mixed message (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), I must've misread it (ooh-woah)
We do this every night (every night), you say I don't get it (no)
That doesn't sound right (sound right), what's with the dissonance?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




3 2 1

Three sides to the story
Yours and mine and the goddamn truth, girl
Two lies that you told me
Say you love me then you hate me, I don't know what to do, girl
One thing's for sure
You can back that ass up and, baby, I want more
But I need to know
Can you make me a promise to always be honest?

F*cked up, you put my heart in a headlock
Usually it's me that only wanna make the bed rock
Stuck up like a robbery with red dots
Really no surprise you tellin' lies to make my head hot

You know what they say
Every dog has his day
Every bitch wanna play with me
You should be ashamed
'Cause I would feel the same
If I did what you did to me

Three sides to the story
Yours and mine and the goddamn truth, girl
Two lies that you told me
Say you love me then you hate me, I don't know what to do, girl
One thing's for sure
You can back that ass up and, baby, I want more
But I need to know
Can you make me a promise to always be honest?

Started with a kiss
Ended with a dub
Better if you leave 'cause I feel better when you gone
Diamonds on my wrist
Feelings getting numb
Thought you knew it all so, baby, why you playing dumb?

You know what they say
Every dog has his day
Every bitch wanna play with me
You should be ashamed
'Cause I would feel the same
If I did what you did to me

Three sides to the story
Yours and mine and the goddamn truth, girl
Two lies that you told me
Say you love me then you hate me, I don't know what to do, girl
One thing's for sure
You can back that ass up and, baby, I want more
But I need to know
Can you make me a promise to always be honest?
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Writer: Blake Slatkin, Donald Andrews, Golden Landis Von Jones, Kim Candilora, Nicholas Mira, Omer Fedi, Rio Leyva, Tatiana Matthews
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Empty

Mmm, mmm
Ooh
Mmm, yeah

Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?
Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?

It would take a thousand years to forget the tears
That you placed across my face
And now I'm sittin' here, thinkin', oh, my dear
What a gorgeous waste of space
Tryna get away from the way that you make me feel
Stone cold, if your looks could kill
Waitin' for the day you admit that your love wasn't real
Go ahead, baby, seal that deal
Messages we wrote between us
Pictures on your phone, delete them
Never thought your soul could keep up
Far as I know, say it ain't so (ooh)

Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?
Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?

You say it right (right)
I'll be alright (alright)
She's leavin' for me, pick your clothes up (clothes up)
This cup all I need for some closure (yeah, yeah)
It didn't mean nothin' (nothin')
Oh, when you cry to me (To me)
Got me thinkin' real love, no such (such)
Yeah, my pockets stay fat, no tone-up (yeah)
Five trips to Barcelona
How we turned from lovers to loners?
Everything that we did, gotta own up (own up)
Got no feeling in my heart, need a donor

Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?
Ain't been the same since you left me
Can't feel no pain, only empty
Fake love feel good 'til it's over
How we turned from lovers to loners?

Ooh, ooh
For you and for me, it's over
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Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones, Khalif Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Cut It Off

I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done (done, done)
I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done (done, done)

Margiela sweater, don't tell me you could do better
Ain't nobody on my level, this level-headed, so level up
Death 'fore dishonor, so baby, don't bring the drama
You keep on trippin', I promise, I'm goin' ghost and I'm headin' out
I'm better now (Now), now that I let it out (out)
Felt it forever but I just finally said it now
Came here together but you can bet I regret it now
Say that you love me and you hate me, don't you get it now?

So don't go thinkin' (no)
That you can play your games on me (oh, oh)
We both been drinkin' (whoa)
Think it's time to cut if off

I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done (done, done)
I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done (done, done)

Drink in your cup, drink in my cup, add it up
I think that I finally just had enough
'Cause you can't stop from actin' up (up)
And we both know you ain't bad enough
So check your attitude ('tude), and check your gratitude ('tude)
Doin' what I had to do, no
I ain't mad you
I just wish that you would chill so I come back with you

So don't go thinkin' (no)
That you can play your games on me (oh, oh)
We both been drinkin' (whoa)
Think it's time to cut if off

I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done (done, done)
I'm just tryna leave, girl, you don't really wanna
What you tryna see, girl? Somethin' I ain't fond of
I don't usually drink but tonight, yeah, I'm on one
Tryin' not to think 'bout the past 'cause it's all done
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Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones, Nicco Anthony Catalano, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Dont Sleep

Don't sleep, don't let it all die
Sweet dreams and memories left behind
Left behind

Don't speak, that look in your eyes
Tells me what's really been on your mind
On your mind

Runnin' with the wind now, flyin' with' your friends
Everything been said now, where do I begin?
Starin' out the window, dyin' for your sins
Hard to let you in now, I can't let it end

Oh, baby, that's a no from me
Why you letting go of me?
You might have the ghost to see
All that we were supposed to be, oh no

Don't sleep on me, 'cause I keep the keys
To your deepest dreams and you hate it
Can't keep the peace, 'cause that piece of me
You placed out of reach is my safety

Don't sleep, don't let it all die
Sweet dreams and memories left behind
Left behind

Don't speak, that look in your eyes
Tells me what's really been on your mind
On your mind

I can see the future, now it's settin' in
You know that you f*cked up, wanna start again (again)
I already moved on, now you just a friend (ooh)
All the love is gone now, I cannot pretend

Oh, baby, that's a no from me
Why you letting go of me?
You might have the ghost to see
All that we were supposed to be, oh no

Don't sleep on me, 'cause I keep the keys
To your deepest dreams and you hate it
Can't keep the peace, 'cause that piece of me
You placed out of reach is my safety

Don't sleep, don't let it all die
Sweet dreams and memories left behind
Left behind

Don't speak, that look in your eyes (in your eyes)
Tells me what's really been on your mind
On your mind

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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Writer: Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Mood

(Whoa-oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah

Why you always in a mood?
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new (new)
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view

Why you always in a mood? (Mood)
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new (new)
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view, yeah

I could never get attached
When I start to feel unattached
Somehow always end up feelin' bad
Baby, I am not your dad (no)
It's not all you want from me
I just want your company
Girl, it's obvious, elephant in the room
And we're a part of it, don't act so confused
And you love startin' it, now I'm in a mood
Now we arguin' in my bedroom

We play games of love to avoid the depression (depression)
We been here before and I won't be your victim

Why you always in a mood? (Mood)
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new (new)
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view

Why you always in a mood? (Mood)
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new (new)
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view

So why you tryin' to fake your love on the regular? (Regular)
When you could be blowin' up just like my cellular
I won't ever let a shorty go and set me up (set me up)
Only thing I need to know is if you wet enough (enough)
I'm talkin' slick back, kick back, gang sippin' 40s (hey)
You keep playin', not another day with you shorty
Mismatched fits, that was way before you know me (way)
Got a lot of love, well you better save it for me

We play games of love to avoid the depression (depression)
We been here before and I won't be your victim

Why you always in a mood?
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view

Why you always in a mood? (Mood)
F*ckin 'round, actin' brand new (new)
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Blake Slatkin, Golden Landis Von Jones, Keegan Bach, Michael Olmo, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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