Sydney

(album: Anything. - 2018)

Why you gotta act so immature
You wan't me but you ain't sure
I be half way to Australia by the time you at my door
I be out here getting mine
Then you want me to be yours
It don't work like that, don't believe in words like that
Every day I turn my back on yesterday, that's where you at and where you stay, no coming back to you
It's a Sunday afternoon
All em niggas gassing you
Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you

Kick back at the crib
Champagne in the fridge
Back yard with a pool
All my niggas lit
Where you at
Where you been
Where you at
Where you been
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh
Palm trees in my shades, uh
I been riding these waves, yeah
Why you throwing me shade, uh
Bad chick in New York, uh
Miss her when I'm on tour, uh
She been keeping it real
Boy don't forget where you from

Lately you been acting like you care
Calling me like we a pair
I been out in California with a girl I met in Texas but she from the Carolina's
Let's just keep it how we left it, yes it work like that
Don't know why you hurt like that
Left me then you turn right back
Stab me when I turn my back
Now it seem you running after me
But I'm living happily
This is just how it had to be
There's just so much happening
Hope you'll be glad for me

Kick back at the crib
Champagne in the fridge
Back yard with a pool
All my niggas lit
Where you at
Where you been
Where you at
Where you been
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh
Palm trees in my shades, uh
I been riding these waves, yeah
Why you throwing me shade, uh
Bad chick in New York, uh
Miss her when I'm on tour, uh
She been keeping it real
Boy don't forget where you from

Only want the love if the love is free
Could've been good but you upped the fee
Call my phone like where I'm at
With a women that really got love for me
Thanks for all of that pain
Thanks for helping me grow
Funny how this shit change
You ain't got shit from my soul

Kick back at the crib
Champagne in the fridge
Back yard with a pool
All my niggas lit
Where you at
Where you been
Where you at
Where you been
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh
Palm trees in my shades, uh
I been riding these waves, yeah
Why you throwing me shade, uh
Bad chick in New York, uh
Miss her when I'm on tour, uh
She been keeping it real
Boy don't forget where you from