media lies and they try to make youBelieve whatever

1: Adam say, say, hey, hey, now, babyOh, mama,

1: A$AP you feelDon't want you to run away

hi-highHigh, hi-high, ohHigh, hi-highHigh, hi-high, oh(Can't get this shit

away in my heartHolding hands with the partWe were

é o meu maior medoÉ que se, se eu

Young Boomin want some more, 1: still

1: over, and the money goneI miss my mama

still a fan even though I was saltyHate to

Doja you kiss me more?We're so young, boy, we

1: Chris summer we hung 'roundOn the streets of

love, love, loveLove, love, with these fellasI don't

in the midnight hourI’m havin' conversations with myself about:Should

Lyrics from SnippetGuess I've been used to bein’ used like thisAin't

VIC MENSA & Yung tryna gotta get my mind

think I knowThis the only love song I ever madeSo

ba-ba-ba)(Ba-ba-ba, 1: up this mornin' to somebody

to show youWaiting to take this pressure offMeaning to

I: The was the bleachersBut I woke up on

back in my house againThink I played myself againI