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White Keys

de Dominic Fike

Aight, pitch black chevy antique, I was seventeen
I ain’t have nothing but some tees and a pair of jeans
Palm trees, but it smell like weed in the front seat
You was en route to being famous and everything
White keys, 'cause she's way too major for everything
I wanna be a part of it, what you got going on
Is it as sad as you make it out to be?
I wanna be mad, but you take it out of me
1995, teens in the Florida breeze (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ice cream, shit was so sweet before everything
Tight squeeze, tryna fit me into everyday (ooh-ooh-ooh)
But you never came

The world is movin', we were never meant to stay
But I was working on the world
I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had
I guess I thought that it would work

I never knew (oh)
And it was because of you (oh)
I never knew
Oh, I guess I never- (woah)

Aight, rich ass, tryna fit my gs in these Prada jeans
Mismatchin' with my celines, king of everything
Fifth stack comin' in this week, I bought everything
Dispatchin' with dollar g’s, pulled up, ripped the scene
White tees, rocking james p in your limousine–
The kids want distance, somewhat
Then I feel my heart inside my back
I made a point to be intact
And you don't even keep it wholesome with me
You were singin' no songs with me

The world is movin', we were never meant to stay (oh-oh-oh)
But I was workin' on the world (oh-oh-oh)
I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had (oh-oh-oh)
I guess I thought that it would work (oh-oh-oh)

I never knew (oh)
And it was because of you (oh)
I never knew
Oh, I guess I never- (woah)

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