SAINt JHN and Lil Uzi Vert - High School Reunion, Prom

(Cook that shit up Quay)
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)

I'm eatin' large outside where the dinners is
I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is
She ain't believe in love, just the benefits
I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce
Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages
Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences
I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes
Don't say you ride unless you readin' on my enemies
I might change my mind nigga, I don't
Truth is a nigga don't love, so why front?
And lawless niggas gotta live the nights young
He gotta try some
he gotta love somebody more than yourself might love
Even if you need a little help, my love
Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love
Feels so natural never felt my love
It's toxic love, and I don't love nobody else
Saved you a spot on the highway to Hell
You a whole movie, a whole fuckin' film
Sorta kinda like it, but I'm lyin' to myself

Man I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotion

Every time I open my eyes (I'm done with her emotion)
you're the first thing I see
Wherever you at, it's the first place I wanna be (whoa)
I been a rockstar, yeah (hello?)
Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (yeah)
Too much money, no, I don't barely talk, yeah (nah)
I don't mess up my shoes, I don't barely walk, yeah (at all)
Inside is all red (red), outside is so white though (yeah)
Whip it up instead ('stead), movin' all that white dough
I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love
My pockets full with Crips, my pink diamonds they look like bloods (emotion)
Uh, now how could I focus?

Man I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotion

We came too close to the edge now
We almost died last night
This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time
Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry
My feelings mixed up right now

Written by:
Carlos St. John Phillips, Symere Woods, Chris Rosser, Lee Stashenko

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