[Intro: BOSCO]
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1: BOSCO]
Why honey, is it that you felt?
Is it real?
Give or take your shit down
Pray you will
If I never tell you in my life, you say
That I been here to work to me (Yeah)
Boy, you said things you really don't think (Yeah)
Pretend like we in a movie screen
[Chorus: Phonte & BOSCO]
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before (Yeah)
Tell me if you heard this one...
[Verse 2: Phonte]
I'm a even if I take a loss ass nigga
I'ma still lay up in the sunshine
You just a tell 'em 'bout that gun line, boss ass nigga
We been animals
'Cause life's a B when your E-Y-E's can't seize the intangibles
It's like stumbling and tumbling through a drum machine
So kids, read the Lin Manuel
Miranda Rights, no plans tonight
Now picture this
Made a lil' money, thought it made me poppin'
It didn't make me happy but it gave me options
Like trips to the Moulin Rouge
Or more cheese on my cordon bleu
But see that's all on you
Just a little insight
Into the war of your desires and your dislikes
I shoot first and set the tone like a pitch pipe
Ain't anybody blockin' my happiness in this life
Champagne for my real friends, nigga, sing it
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1: BOSCO]
Why honey, is it that you felt?
Is it real?
Give or take your shit down
Pray you will
If I never tell you in my life, you say
That I been here to work to me (Yeah)
Boy, you said things you really don't think (Yeah)
Pretend like we in a movie screen
[Chorus: Phonte & BOSCO]
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before
Tell me if you heard this one before (Yeah)
Tell me if you heard this one...
[Verse 2: Phonte]
I'm a even if I take a loss ass nigga
I'ma still lay up in the sunshine
You just a tell 'em 'bout that gun line, boss ass nigga
We been animals
'Cause life's a B when your E-Y-E's can't seize the intangibles
It's like stumbling and tumbling through a drum machine
So kids, read the Lin Manuel
Miranda Rights, no plans tonight
Now picture this
Made a lil' money, thought it made me poppin'
It didn't make me happy but it gave me options
Like trips to the Moulin Rouge
Or more cheese on my cordon bleu
But see that's all on you
Just a little insight
Into the war of your desires and your dislikes
I shoot first and set the tone like a pitch pipe
Ain't anybody blockin' my happiness in this life
Champagne for my real friends, nigga, sing it
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