That’s Just Me XV
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[Hook]
I like my beat loud, I like my bass up
Windows tinted so them haters can't see
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
I turn on Xbox, I pour some drink up
Invite some honeys to the place where I be
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
[Verse 1: XV]
I turn my beat up, kick my feet up with a diva by the speakers
Never change for the streets, nah, I don't pay the meters
And I don't got it made, but don't that boy clean up
Flyer than Mario feathers and Jermey Scott Adidas
And yo girl, yeah yo girl, she ain't trying to see you
Yawning cause all your Mac is tired like Reba
Fire up the sativa
Never liked jocks, so I be hidin' in the bleachers with a fine cheerleader
Down under with a square, I sponge her
You Kobe number 8, she no longer wants your number
Bummer dude
Been this way since I wore Thundercat underroo's
Banging like a hummer with 22-inch suberwoofs
I'm a number 2, ketchup only apple pie kind of guy
Never been like one of you, only been like one XV
In a room with a bunch of yous, in case they wonder what I love to do
I like my beat loud, I like my bass up
Windows tinted so them haters can't see
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
I turn on Xbox, I pour some drink up
Invite some honeys to the place where I be
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
But that's just me, yeah, but that's just me, aha
[Verse 1: XV]
I turn my beat up, kick my feet up with a diva by the speakers
Never change for the streets, nah, I don't pay the meters
And I don't got it made, but don't that boy clean up
Flyer than Mario feathers and Jermey Scott Adidas
And yo girl, yeah yo girl, she ain't trying to see you
Yawning cause all your Mac is tired like Reba
Fire up the sativa
Never liked jocks, so I be hidin' in the bleachers with a fine cheerleader
Down under with a square, I sponge her
You Kobe number 8, she no longer wants your number
Bummer dude
Been this way since I wore Thundercat underroo's
Banging like a hummer with 22-inch suberwoofs
I'm a number 2, ketchup only apple pie kind of guy
Never been like one of you, only been like one XV
In a room with a bunch of yous, in case they wonder what I love to do
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