Maisie Peters – John Hughes Movie Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go
I should be the one you’re dancing with
Spinning with a vodka coke
Everybody at my fingertips
I was gonna get my coat
And baby you were …
[Verse 1]
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go
I should be the one you’re dancing with
Spinning with a vodka coke
Everybody at my fingertips
I was gonna get my coat
And baby you were …
[Intro: Greg Gonzalez]
We wanna go where the girls are young and dumb
And hot as fuck
Where they’re dancing in the streets
With nothing on
[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
Drivin’ all night, lost track of …
[Verse 1]
One more night, I’ma break down
Two more drinks ’til I pass out, baby
3 AM’s when I need her
Before this lonely, and it drives me crazy
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match, blow a …
[Verse 1]
Beat myself until I’m bloody
And I’ll give you a ringside seat
Say that it’s embarrassing
I’m sorry that you had to see me like that
[Verse 2]
So you could either watch me drown
Or try to save …
[Verse 1]
Passed out in the back of a cab
Could you pull over? I think that I’m trapped
Caught underwater, I beat on the glass
Gnawing my arm at the shoulder
Would you help …
[Chorus]
I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)
[Verse 1]
He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Hahahaha)
He not knowin’ that I’m psychic, and I glow in the dark
Light on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
Sidestepping ‘fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
Big god, sellin’ raw and I’m controllin’ the cops (Ugh)
Diamonds on my neck, that’s a symbol of success
Run you up check, you gon’ die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Artificial dealers, all my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror, I’m gon’ feel it in my spirit (Ooh)
[Chorus]
I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shiver
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)
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[Post-Chorus]
G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
[Verse 2]
Ooh only ones that ride beside me are the ones willin’ to die though
Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
Right there
Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
And then exchange when the shots fired
Reportin’ live with the Glock .9 by the Southside (Well, what up? Well)
Recordin’ live, bitch I’m in the studio right now (Money ’bout)
In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now (Pull up on me right now)
We outside, yeah, ayy
Hol’ up, pour up (You dig?)
I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg
This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off (Chain off)
[?] talkin’, I give that order, they take your brain off (Brain off)
Quarter milli’ glist’, then I wiped it on my wrist
He be shootin’ shots at [?] but his posture not like this, bitch
[Chorus]
I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)
[Post-Chorus]
G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
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