Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
Crying and jeer
You just want love
Praise from above
Money will come
Chicken wings yum
I don't know why
You're as blue as the sky
Somedays you'll feel good
Days misunderstood
Digging our grave
She lives in a LA
Used to date Dave
Now I'm her man
Lames are named Sam
Fly you Japan
You drive minivan
Vikings struck land
Bait fisherman
You need a new man
I'm plotting revenge
If it's mine I'll defend
Not according to plan
Her food it taste bland
Want love she demand
At the beach we tan
I'm writing this song
To freestyle is wrong
I have a message
That you should second
Eating up food
I'm in my room
Somedays I'm alone
Our loves overgrown
Why you text him
You're drowning just swim
Sweet as cinnamon
I'm needing a trim
Loves just a game
How long can you last
My ex is my past
Found better than last
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Gamblin' on slots, and we wasted on these shots
Somebody just called the cops, so climb aboard my sick ass yacht
We rollin' through the bay, you the queen like 'yoncé
We gotta get away, we livin' for today
So call your stupid friends, tell 'em cancel they plans
Just give me one more chance, don't care 'bout no finance
I'll fly you out to France, just give me one more shot
I gotta play these slots
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
I'm your puppeteer
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Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
Crying and jeer
You just want love
Praise from above
Money will come
Chicken wings yum
I don't know why
You're as blue as the sky
Somedays you'll feel good
Days misunderstood
Digging our grave
She lives in a LA
Used to date Dave
Now I'm her man
Lames are named Sam
Fly you Japan
You drive minivan
Vikings struck land
Bait fisherman
You need a new man
I'm plotting revenge
If it's mine I'll defend
Not according to plan
Her food it taste bland
Want love she demand
At the beach we tan
I'm writing this song
To freestyle is wrong
I have a message
That you should second
Eating up food
I'm in my room
Somedays I'm alone
Our loves overgrown
Why you text him
You're drowning just swim
Sweet as cinnamon
I'm needing a trim
Loves just a game
How long can you last
My ex is my past
Found better than last
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Gamblin' on slots, and we wasted on these shots
Somebody just called the cops, so climb aboard my sick ass yacht
We rollin' through the bay, you the queen like 'yoncé
We gotta get away, we livin' for today
So call your stupid friends, tell 'em cancel they plans
Just give me one more chance, don't care 'bout no finance
I'll fly you out to France, just give me one more shot
I gotta play these slots
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
I'm your puppeteer
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
Crying and jeer
You just want love
Praise from above
Money will come
Chicken wings yum
I don't know why
You're as blue as the sky
Somedays you'll feel good
Days misunderstood
Digging our grave
She lives in a LA
Used to date Dave
Now I'm her man
Lames are named Sam
Fly you Japan
You drive minivan
Vikings struck land
Bait fisherman
You need a new man
I'm plotting revenge
If it's mine I'll defend
Not according to plan
Her food it taste bland
Want love she demand
At the beach we tan
I'm writing this song
To freestyle is wrong
I have a message
That you should second
Eating up food
I'm in my room
Somedays I'm alone
Our loves overgrown
Why you text him
You're drowning just swim
Sweet as cinnamon
I'm needing a trim
Loves just a game
How long can you last
My ex is my past
Found better than last
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Gamblin' on slots, and we wasted on these shots
Somebody just called the cops, so climb aboard my sick ass yacht
We rollin' through the bay, you the queen like 'yoncé
We gotta get away, we livin' for today
So call your stupid friends, tell 'em cancel they plans
Just give me one more chance, don't care 'bout no finance
I'll fly you out to France, just give me one more shot
I gotta play these slots
Wasted off shots
Gambling on slots
Your fans are all bots
You're all in my thoughts
Summers here
You didn't mishear
I'm your puppeteer
I'm your puppeteer
Writer: Hugh Trotter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid