Hop in the coupe and I'm gone like Houdini
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Floor it, Floor it
Yeah your life look boring
Why they only praying when the blessing so important?
Smoking on this loud pack swear that it smell like imported
Living through my visions my dreams stay looking distorted
Foreign, Foreign
Treat my loves like art
Julio got off the phone he said shine just like a star
Blow on this and find yourself floating right past the stars
Only got two seats baby bring two friends out I'm parked
Hop in the coupe and I'm gone like Houdini
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Tourist, Tourist
I can't love no more
Had to keep my drive even when I whipped the Accord
Sinners will be Sinners no verses like in a sport
Kin is always kin there's no fin and no cutting short
Pour it, Pour it
Now my soda dark
Days get short the nights get long, never know where to start
I ghost my ex on to the next, I'm heartless just like Stark
Don't need to flex this is my set excelling up like charts
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Hop in the coupe and I'm gone like Houdini
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Floor it, Floor it
Yeah your life look boring
Why they only praying when the blessing so important?
Smoking on this loud pack swear that it smell like imported
Living through my visions my dreams stay looking distorted
Foreign, Foreign
Treat my loves like art
Julio got off the phone he said shine just like a star
Blow on this and find yourself floating right past the stars
Only got two seats baby bring two friends out I'm parked
Hop in the coupe and I'm gone like Houdini
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Tourist, Tourist
I can't love no more
Had to keep my drive even when I whipped the Accord
Sinners will be Sinners no verses like in a sport
Kin is always kin there's no fin and no cutting short
Pour it, Pour it
Now my soda dark
Days get short the nights get long, never know where to start
I ghost my ex on to the next, I'm heartless just like Stark
Don't need to flex this is my set excelling up like charts
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Floor it, Floor it
Yeah your life look boring
Why they only praying when the blessing so important?
Smoking on this loud pack swear that it smell like imported
Living through my visions my dreams stay looking distorted
Foreign, Foreign
Treat my loves like art
Julio got off the phone he said shine just like a star
Blow on this and find yourself floating right past the stars
Only got two seats baby bring two friends out I'm parked
Hop in the coupe and I'm gone like Houdini
Over the top like a beanie
Do not ask me if I've seen her
You cannot see me, You wanna be me
First you got to reach me, call me, beep me
But I really doubt you'd beat me
Speakers still thumpin', Drums gon' knock in
8-1-3 to Kissimmeee
Tourist, Tourist
I can't love no more
Had to keep my drive even when I whipped the Accord
Sinners will be Sinners no verses like in a sport
Kin is always kin there's no fin and no cutting short
Pour it, Pour it
Now my soda dark
Days get short the nights get long, never know where to start
I ghost my ex on to the next, I'm heartless just like Stark
Don't need to flex this is my set excelling up like charts
Writer: Felipe Manolo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid