Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
CEDES
Producer

Lyrics

Baby let's go on a crusade I let them go ride a new wave The water is clean like it's blue suede Orange in sky like it's doomsday She from the 6 and she fuck on a blue jay Yet they in clubs going up on a Tuesday But who gives a damn bout what you say? They sip just like Jay on the D'Ussè My life moving fast pace She's that queen like drag race I gon' finish last place Well I mean in that case I'ma make a sad face City on my hind I need a back brace Throwing out my arm like I'm a gassed ace He flex on his team More than the others Watch them get jealous I ain't a liar But I do embellish Does that make me selfish? My body sends signs I ignore em That mumble got me snoring Maybe one day I'll go touring In the shiny or the storming With a massive cloud forming This is my warning Y'all do not know pain Until you deal with deep mourning Like a dog you know I'ma get other sheep swarming High jus like a bird you know I gotta keep soaring Thought you had defeated A simplistic behemoth Go get the lipstick she need it I'm down and I kick my feet in The water and hit the deep end They catching balls up in Cleveland Not rugby this ain't New Zealand I am a rook but I'm seasoned Posting bout they recent Too often it's frequent Don't brag bout achievements I ain't mad bout disagreements If you are then its a grievance And I'm swinging arms like Grievous And one day I pray to Jesus That I learn to top my weakness Till then? Baby let's go on a crusade I let them go ride a new wave The water is clean like it's blue suede Orange in sky like it's doomsday She from the 6 and she fuck on a blue jay Yet they in clubs going up on a Tuesday But who gives a damn bout what you say? They sip just like Jay on the D'Ussè Lost my father like Inigo Montoya Big boy whip in a Toyota As a kid played with a toy Yoda Wentz gonna ball like he's in North Dakota Bars been wild, Minnesota I gotta pray like I'm in the pagoda She's getting wasted straight off a mimosa He getting wasted off nine coronas I'm getting wasted straight off the club soda Not about to go and say fuck all the quotas Didn't graduate I got no diploma Heisman, Kyler, Oklahoma Bout his wheat he bite granola My great uncle was Jehovah Wanna live like Casanova If she wants a spa day I send her to Saratoga Wake me in the morning and she tryna do the yoga He wanna be cancerous I call em Melanoma He boils my blood but if I fight I'll be in coma Baby let's go on a crusade I let them go ride a new wave The water is clean like it's blue suede Orange in sky like it's doomsday She from the 6 and she fuck on a blue jay Yet they in clubs going up on a Tuesday But who gives a damn bout what you say? They sip just like Jay on the D'Ussè
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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