Stop Selling Her Drugs

(альбом: Will You Be My Yellow? - 2019)

(Will you be my yellow?)

[Bakar:]
Selling Cara Delevingne
Sniffing off a magazine
And her boyfriend is a fiend, so he's got to go
Thinks he Charlie Sheen, but this is London, bro
She's the baddest on the scene (Hahahaha)
Heard she's tryna stay clean
But she's only nineteen, sniffing lots of blow
And she's got a big dream, but she barely knows it

Why, why, why can I never find you?
Time after time you would leave me in the blue
Left me here with no clue, all my life
I was always into you, you was meant to have my youth, girl

Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
Telling lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
Telling lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Dominic Fike:]
She say, "Don't you got some room on the twenty-first floor?"
I know how New York is
You can buzz me up and wear me out like a button down
I know how you like it
When you hit me up, I hit you back up in record time
'Cause you got the Cara Delevingne (I know how you like it)
I think I just saw her at Erewhon, never mind
Baby, come be my yellow heart
Won't you come be my yellow, ma'?

Why-why-y could I never find you?
Time after time you would leave me in the blue
Left me here with no clue, all my life
I was always into you, you were meant to have my youth

[Bakar:]
Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
Telling lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
Telling lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I think she likes me
5'5", size six in the Ice Creams
Swear she's not a hypebeast
Yellow smile when she glows like a light beam
I think she might be a ten
She like Spike Lee, tight jeans and Pret
Want her to be my pipe dream again
Want her to be my type beat

Why, why, why can I never find you?
Time after time you would leave me in the blue
Left me here with no clue, all my life
I was always into you, you was meant to have my youth, girl (Ooh)

Oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Will you be my yellow?
Will you be my yellow? Will you be my yellow?
Will you be my yellow? Will you be my yellow?