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She came with her light-skinned best friend
And I showed up late to the party again
I get so high my feet can't touch the ground
And I've never seen the ocean, but I see it now
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet, what you doing with her?
You're headlines, headlines, headlines, human literature
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet
You're headlines, headlines, headlines
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet (too)
You're headlines, headlines, headlines, headlines

You're headlines
You're headlines
You're headlines
You're headlines

I came with my dark-skinned best friend (like I do)
And we showed up late to the party again (like we do)
I get so high, my feet can't touch the ground (but they do)
And I've never felt this alone, but I feel it now (I do, I do, I do)

Dropped a dope album, caught a felony charge, enjoying myself
Finished another that I'ma leave on the shelf (hey)
Next to books I can't read, guess I'm really a rapper
Father went to heaven, I'm a hell of a bastard
Happy sometimes, never happily after
Cause every good day, tend to come with some bad ones
So I'd try to write lines, cause it made me feel alright on the bad days (the bad days)
So, most days
You won't ever capture my feng shui, or feng shui
Whatever you say, you're the umpire, but baseball sucks (sucks)
Still a fan of these diamonds
Started me a label, I'm the only one signing
Cause deaf motherf*ckers be dumb
Made the song from the words to the drums
So I don't want to hear a word, look it's f*ck you pay me
Hate me
I can't let it go, I'm jaded
Walking definition of the chance you wasted
Only real connection to the plan you made
And I'ma watch that shit unravel on the biggest stage, ankle breaking
Concerned about this roof on your head, well, watch me break-in
Worry 'bout this dot on your head, cause this my shot I'ma take it
I swear I'm breaking the rules like good take-out in breakrooms
Or tall socks with boat-shoes, or sweatpants at Nobu
I don't wait for shit, not even good bitches
Only time I cum quick, is with them hood bitches
Only time I see my friends is at my video shoots
The only time I get played is when my videos do
I'm giving y'all the lines, take it straight to the head
And y'all can catch me on the cover, headline with a spread

You're headlines
And I just been surviving, you know I've been trying, you know I've been trying
You're headlines
You know I've been trying, and this right here, this headlines
You know I've been trying

You're headlines
Cause this right here is headlines
You know I've been trying, you know I've been trying
You're headlines
You know I've been trying, and this right here, this headlines
You know I've been trying
I've been trying
You're headlines
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She came with her light-skinned best friend
And I showed up late to the party again
I get so high my feet can't touch the ground
And I've never seen the ocean, but I see it now
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet, what you doing with her?
You're headlines, headlines, headlines, human literature
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet
You're headlines, headlines, headlines
You're too sweet, too sweet, too sweet (too)
You're headlines, headlines, headlines, headlines

You're headlines
You're headlines
You're headlines
You're headlines

I came with my dark-skinned best friend (like I do)
And we showed up late to the party again (like we do)
I get so high, my feet can't touch the ground (but they do)
And I've never felt this alone, but I feel it now (I do, I do, I do)

Dropped a dope album, caught a felony charge, enjoying myself
Finished another that I'ma leave on the shelf (hey)
Next to books I can't read, guess I'm really a rapper
Father went to heaven, I'm a hell of a bastard
Happy sometimes, never happily after
Cause every good day, tend to come with some bad ones
So I'd try to write lines, cause it made me feel alright on the bad days (the bad days)
So, most days
You won't ever capture my feng shui, or feng shui
Whatever you say, you're the umpire, but baseball sucks (sucks)
Still a fan of these diamonds
Started me a label, I'm the only one signing
Cause deaf motherf*ckers be dumb
Made the song from the words to the drums
So I don't want to hear a word, look it's f*ck you pay me
Hate me
I can't let it go, I'm jaded
Walking definition of the chance you wasted
Only real connection to the plan you made
And I'ma watch that shit unravel on the biggest stage, ankle breaking
Concerned about this roof on your head, well, watch me break-in
Worry 'bout this dot on your head, cause this my shot I'ma take it
I swear I'm breaking the rules like good take-out in breakrooms
Or tall socks with boat-shoes, or sweatpants at Nobu
I don't wait for shit, not even good bitches
Only time I cum quick, is with them hood bitches
Only time I see my friends is at my video shoots
The only time I get played is when my videos do
I'm giving y'all the lines, take it straight to the head
And y'all can catch me on the cover, headline with a spread

You're headlines
And I just been surviving, you know I've been trying, you know I've been trying
You're headlines
You know I've been trying, and this right here, this headlines
You know I've been trying

You're headlines
Cause this right here is headlines
You know I've been trying, you know I've been trying
You're headlines
You know I've been trying, and this right here, this headlines
You know I've been trying
I've been trying
You're headlines
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Writer: Cyrus Hutchings, Marcus Ford
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