Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sydney Vassell
Songwriter
Lyrics
This life is really something
This life is so divine
Caught up in assumptions
Hoe don't waste my time
If I only got this one life to live
Fuck I look like
Being sad lil bitch
Lost a few on the ride
Send a cab for em' later
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Send a cab for em' later
People can't take me for granted
If I don't let them in
I fought so hard to go and live this lavish
To vibe in my own skin
I don't do no, tango dances
Extended first, never second chances
My check I blew, for some passion
I ain't invite you, why you crashin'
Headphones in when you speak, music blastin'
Outfit two hundred plus, this is fashion
Owner in the game
So I can't be traded
Can't be replaced
My presence is fated
Flawless teeth yeah
Straight with no braces
DMs caught heat
Had to erase my socials
Call my real bae
I've been hearing those voicemails
I can't look at you, for too long
I can't trust those eyes
Moving like Medusa
Have a nigga, frozen every time
Remember used to wake up
First thing get fried
Hit the balcony
Tell the white folks hi!
Now the white folks
Tryna' build the franchise
But the dream one thing
I can't compromise
I won't even lie
Slide me the deal
Yeah you know I'm gone sign
Can't risk the mills nah
For no little pride
Masters have the masters
Long as I get mine. I
I don't do no, tango dances
Extended first, never second chances
My check I blew, for some passion
I ain't invite you, why you crashin'
This life is really something
This life is so divine
Caught up in assumptions
Hoe don't waste my time
Writer(s): Sydney Vassell
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