[Intro: Travis Scott]
I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine
Fine
Fine, fine
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm fine
Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine
Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine (straight up, straight up!)
I just wanna have the time of my life
I'm fine
Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine
Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine
I just wanna have the time of my life (straight up!)
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don't really (yah!) I don't really care if a nigga don't like me (yah yah!)
Other than a wife, I got everything I need (everything I need)
A house in the hills I'm finna go buy me
Plenty more Y-3, hatin' ass niggas ain't got cheese
[Verse 1: Cyhi The Prynce]
When I was outside in the summer
Back when we was sellin' 3-5 for the hunnid
Boy you gotta get it, can't rely on your momma
Used to wash cars on the side for some money
'Til I learned my OG's, got the pies in abundance
Down 85, get a thousand an onion
Can't lie, fucked up the first pound I was fronted
All I ever wanted was a house in the country, huh
Bought the condo with the kiosk
At the treetop, that's where we are, huh
So don't worry about me, dawg
You couldn't walk a day in my Reebok
Seen a lot of homies laid up in the ER
Naggin' ass hoes, we don't need y'all
Just got back from the D-R
She tried to give me something, I told her, "Sweetheart..."
I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine
Fine
Fine, fine
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm fine
Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine
Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine (straight up, straight up!)
I just wanna have the time of my life
I'm fine
Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine
Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine
I just wanna have the time of my life (straight up!)
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don't really (yah!) I don't really care if a nigga don't like me (yah yah!)
Other than a wife, I got everything I need (everything I need)
A house in the hills I'm finna go buy me
Plenty more Y-3, hatin' ass niggas ain't got cheese
[Verse 1: Cyhi The Prynce]
When I was outside in the summer
Back when we was sellin' 3-5 for the hunnid
Boy you gotta get it, can't rely on your momma
Used to wash cars on the side for some money
'Til I learned my OG's, got the pies in abundance
Down 85, get a thousand an onion
Can't lie, fucked up the first pound I was fronted
All I ever wanted was a house in the country, huh
Bought the condo with the kiosk
At the treetop, that's where we are, huh
So don't worry about me, dawg
You couldn't walk a day in my Reebok
Seen a lot of homies laid up in the ER
Naggin' ass hoes, we don't need y'all
Just got back from the D-R
She tried to give me something, I told her, "Sweetheart..."
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