We shouldn't stay
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass them off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like (in the whip like)
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right (how to pitch right)
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight (fist fight)
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Drink eat away at my liver
Crooked smiles making me shiver
Codependent, always was near her
Even when asleep, I was with her
Used to be the one I would die for
Then you got jaded, went psycho
There's a reason it's called an iPhone
It was never your phone, it's my phone, oh
We misbehave
Feeling like a doctor, on these ops I operate (Yeah)
Taking drugs like an order (order)
Flip the script like a quarter (quarter)
Payed a price for this talent (oh yeah)
Sorry, you can't afford it
You will never be in my orbit
Flow nice, too gorgeous
They slow like a tortious
I'm cold like a northern state
Ten deep like a motorcade
Old heads like the POTUS age
Need a bodyguard like a barber
If I say, he gon' roll a fade
Trim em' up
Yeah
I'll never shame a slut
Keep it on the low, keep it real hush
She bite my neck, you bite the dust
I redirect, smoke 'till the runt
Felt like Clark Kent, then I sobered up
Need a vacation, we been in a rut so
We shouldn't stay
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass th em off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Hideaway Video (MV)
Performed By: Phoenixinredd & prod.Thai
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Dashiell Cantor, Thai Morgan
Phoenixinredd & prod.Thai - Hideaway Lyrics
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English
We shouldn't stay
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass them off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like (in the whip like)
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right (how to pitch right)
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight (fist fight)
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Drink eat away at my liver
Crooked smiles making me shiver
Codependent, always was near her
Even when asleep, I was with her
Used to be the one I would die for
Then you got jaded, went psycho
There's a reason it's called an iPhone
It was never your phone, it's my phone, oh
We misbehave
Feeling like a doctor, on these ops I operate (Yeah)
Taking drugs like an order (order)
Flip the script like a quarter (quarter)
Payed a price for this talent (oh yeah)
Sorry, you can't afford it
You will never be in my orbit
Flow nice, too gorgeous
They slow like a tortious
I'm cold like a northern state
Ten deep like a motorcade
Old heads like the POTUS age
Need a bodyguard like a barber
If I say, he gon' roll a fade
Trim em' up
Yeah
I'll never shame a slut
Keep it on the low, keep it real hush
She bite my neck, you bite the dust
I redirect, smoke 'till the runt
Felt like Clark Kent, then I sobered up
Need a vacation, we been in a rut so
We shouldn't stay
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass th em off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass them off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like (in the whip like)
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right (how to pitch right)
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight (fist fight)
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Drink eat away at my liver
Crooked smiles making me shiver
Codependent, always was near her
Even when asleep, I was with her
Used to be the one I would die for
Then you got jaded, went psycho
There's a reason it's called an iPhone
It was never your phone, it's my phone, oh
We misbehave
Feeling like a doctor, on these ops I operate (Yeah)
Taking drugs like an order (order)
Flip the script like a quarter (quarter)
Payed a price for this talent (oh yeah)
Sorry, you can't afford it
You will never be in my orbit
Flow nice, too gorgeous
They slow like a tortious
I'm cold like a northern state
Ten deep like a motorcade
Old heads like the POTUS age
Need a bodyguard like a barber
If I say, he gon' roll a fade
Trim em' up
Yeah
I'll never shame a slut
Keep it on the low, keep it real hush
She bite my neck, you bite the dust
I redirect, smoke 'till the runt
Felt like Clark Kent, then I sobered up
Need a vacation, we been in a rut so
We shouldn't stay
Let's drive to the hills, baby
That's my hideaway
She been crying, lying to me
Pass th em off as rain
Always on that demon time, and my watch read the same (Yeah)
Gray clouds come down, surround us in the whip like
Always throwing that shade, you don't know how to pitch right
Punching in on a beat, studio like a fist fight
There's no soul in your music, you just want to get rich, right?
Writer: Dashiell Cantor, Thai Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid