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