Hey look
Shoot your shot today a'ight
We all gon' turn to dust anyways
Uh
We all gon' turn to dust one day when it's done
We all gon' turn to powder one uh-huh, yes
It's okay
Caught my eye
She a wide receiver, I'm quarterback
But stop on dime, she a Tennessean
Won't hold it back, won't hold it back you know love is blind
Hit her with that no look pass, she gon' look passed them other guys
But I am not them other guys 'cause
I'ma shoot my shot tonight
Pull-up, pull-up, pull-up, pull-up
I'ma shoot my shot tonight
Pull-up, pull-up, pull-up, pull-up
Getting gassed up by my guys
They like, they like, they like, they like
No fade away
They like, they like
It's okay
Don't think too hard about the gun
Go ahead
It's gon' be powder when it's done
Coldplay
She want the yellow want the sun
Locate
Find some common ground we on
Shit, cut it like a sizer have a good day
Though I'm really busy, I'm a free man
Got a lot of benefits I'm reaping
Chap, chap, chap, chap, chap
But we ain't friends no more
I remember them feelings thinkin' if we met, I'd really fall for you
I remember I'd pretend that I'm cool when I really wanted you
I remember when we was friends and I wanted more, but we not no more
'Cause we onto more, like we on the court
Now through the net my shots fall for you
Funny how it all works out
I never knew how you felt 'til now
Had to get rid of the bush we was beatin' around
Ain't wanna just see you around
Enough of this cat and mouse
I'm with the crew I got nothing to lose, and I think I should pounce
And they think I should pounce
Told me
It's okay
Don't think too hard about the gun
Go ahead
It's gon' be powder when it's done
Coldplay
She want the yellow want the sun
Locate
Find some common ground we on
Shit, cut it like a sizer have a good day
Though I'm really busy, I'm a free man
Got a lot of benefits I'm reaping
Chap, chap, chap, chap, chap
But we ain't friends no more
We ain't friends no more
We ain't friends no more
We ain't friends no more
Don't think too hard about the gun
It's gonna be powder when it's done
She want the yellow want the son
Find some common ground we on, shit