House Show Video (MV)

I-I-I just left their party, they don't even f*ckin' know me
You made it really clear that you don't wanna see me
I'm outside the club with your girl, she said she's waiting
The ock at the deli nearly f*cked up my order
I was at the show with people I had known for years
Gave me tequila shots in the crowd
Whispering in your ear "the musics so damn loud"
Don't wanna feel like another face in the crowd
I was with her and her friend, now I'm alone in my room
Tell me babygirl, what you tryna do?
Talkin' shit about all the people we hate
Still I get the feeling her friend don't trust me
I've known you forever, want our lips to lock
Booked for hella shows, they love my catalogue
I love your fits, and I love your charm
I just wanna make up the lost time
I couldn't see it working with anyone else
And I'm not tryna speak on your friends
Wanna view me as a trick, but I'm not like them
Smokings cigs outside with you, don't want the night to end
Rainfall, feeling withdrawals
I just wanna have you around my arm
P-P-Pocket change, but it's not enough
If I reach out to you, will you take my calls
My old girl, yeah, she's texting
Wants the funds, I'm not lending
Right now, I need an angel landing
I'll be posted with a bad bitch in Brooklyn
Faboo on the beat you know we killed it
F*ck the rest, cause they'll never be just like us
I've been out my mind, I've been f*cked up
Keep me in the back of your head as an option
She came to the show with her friend, with her hair dyed
Saw through the facade, and I caught all her lies
Tell me your secrets, I'll hold them so tight
I still don't understand why you hang around those guys
I've been so alone, I don't need anyone to confide
Walk through the crowd, cut the whole line
Old girl yelling in my ear, I had to cut the line
Homies chilling in my room, cutting coke lines
I was at the show with people I had known for years
You gave me tequila shots in the crowd
Whispering in your ear "the musics so damn loud"
I feel like another face in the crowd
I was with her and her friend, now I'm alone in my room
Tell me babygirl, what you tryna do
Talkin' shit about all the people we hate
Still I get the feeling her friend don't trust me
I've known you forever, want our lips to lock
I'm booked for hella shows, they love my catalogue
I love your fits, and I love your charm
I just wanna make up the lost time
Rainfall, feeling withdrawals
I just wanna have you around my arm
Pocket change, but it's not enough
If I reach out to you, will you take my calls
My old girl, yeah, she's texting
Wants the funds, I'm not lending
Right now, I need an angel landing
I'll be posted with a bad bitch in Brooklyn
Faboo on the beat you know we killed it
F*ck the rest, cause they'll never be just like us
I've been out my mind, I've been f*cked up
Keep me in the back of your head as an option