Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Room service, the concierge brought me courvoisier, I think it's a little much
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
It's just me and Tiffany and she's not even into me
Good luck tryna chase me down, feet up on the chaise lounge, baby I am nodding off
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Bullshit from the manager, lucky i'm the matador and I'm seeing red as f*ck
Bad girls and the flashing lights
Spending my check, I don't ask the price
I'mma get in this bottle to pass the time
Cause the boredom is agonizing
I'm snapping out of it, l put all my soul in this shit for somebody to bastardize it
Losing myself in the city and hole that I'm in
I don't know who the f*ck that I've been
Mind Tiffany-twisted, never would cuff but I bought her a wristlet
Losing myself is a part of the business
Label gonna pay me an interest
The money and women are sickness, holding my tongue and I'm falling in line
Cause everyone here got away with a crime
I look in the mirror and shoot a ballistic
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Tough shit, we can handle it
Living in Los Angeles, happiness is on and off
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
This is not you, this is not me
Don't mess with me
Gold stars on the boulevard, it don't matter who you are, baby you are not enough
On a long migration, raising my vibration
She's so high maintenance, but her shorts high-waisted
She's so my highness-type, tigress with the Midas touch
Delicate demand to be the tyrant that I always was
First time I flew into France
Window with my debutante
I ain't even look at the sunset
I was still spamming a taunt
So sit down, welcome mat-style, father's route
Maxy cut the f*cking tether rope to float the farthest out
Four Seasons Video (MV)
Performed By: Max Bennett Kelly
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Antoine Jones, Cameron Jones
Max Bennett Kelly - Four Seasons Lyrics
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Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Room service, the concierge brought me courvoisier, I think it's a little much
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
It's just me and Tiffany and she's not even into me
Good luck tryna chase me down, feet up on the chaise lounge, baby I am nodding off
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Bullshit from the manager, lucky i'm the matador and I'm seeing red as f*ck
Bad girls and the flashing lights
Spending my check, I don't ask the price
I'mma get in this bottle to pass the time
Cause the boredom is agonizing
I'm snapping out of it, l put all my soul in this shit for somebody to bastardize it
Losing myself in the city and hole that I'm in
I don't know who the f*ck that I've been
Mind Tiffany-twisted, never would cuff but I bought her a wristlet
Losing myself is a part of the business
Label gonna pay me an interest
The money and women are sickness, holding my tongue and I'm falling in line
Cause everyone here got away with a crime
I look in the mirror and shoot a ballistic
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Tough shit, we can handle it
Living in Los Angeles, happiness is on and off
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
This is not you, this is not me
Don't mess with me
Gold stars on the boulevard, it don't matter who you are, baby you are not enough
On a long migration, raising my vibration
She's so high maintenance, but her shorts high-waisted
She's so my highness-type, tigress with the Midas touch
Delicate demand to be the tyrant that I always was
First time I flew into France
Window with my debutante
I ain't even look at the sunset
I was still spamming a taunt
So sit down, welcome mat-style, father's route
Maxy cut the f*cking tether rope to float the farthest out
Room service, the concierge brought me courvoisier, I think it's a little much
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
It's just me and Tiffany and she's not even into me
Good luck tryna chase me down, feet up on the chaise lounge, baby I am nodding off
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Bullshit from the manager, lucky i'm the matador and I'm seeing red as f*ck
Bad girls and the flashing lights
Spending my check, I don't ask the price
I'mma get in this bottle to pass the time
Cause the boredom is agonizing
I'm snapping out of it, l put all my soul in this shit for somebody to bastardize it
Losing myself in the city and hole that I'm in
I don't know who the f*ck that I've been
Mind Tiffany-twisted, never would cuff but I bought her a wristlet
Losing myself is a part of the business
Label gonna pay me an interest
The money and women are sickness, holding my tongue and I'm falling in line
Cause everyone here got away with a crime
I look in the mirror and shoot a ballistic
Who you waiting for, huh? Who you waiting for?
Is it really me, huh? Who's it really for?
Last night I checked into Four Seasons looking for a reason to f*ck it up
Tough shit, we can handle it
Living in Los Angeles, happiness is on and off
Who you tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please, huh?
This is not you, this is not me
Don't mess with me
Gold stars on the boulevard, it don't matter who you are, baby you are not enough
On a long migration, raising my vibration
She's so high maintenance, but her shorts high-waisted
She's so my highness-type, tigress with the Midas touch
Delicate demand to be the tyrant that I always was
First time I flew into France
Window with my debutante
I ain't even look at the sunset
I was still spamming a taunt
So sit down, welcome mat-style, father's route
Maxy cut the f*cking tether rope to float the farthest out
Writer: Antoine Jones, Cameron Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid