​yours! Barely Trev & Paul Russell

[Intro]
*Ring*, *beep*

[Chorus: Barely Trev]
Can I be the one that's gonna be yours?
Can I be the one that's gonna be yours? (Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

[Verse 1: Barely Trev]
Ayy, I like my fans hyped up, pants hiked up
Vans tied up, my stands mic'd up
My 'gram likes up, my cash tight up
Like it when you make the plans right up
Let me take you out to dance, night club
I like my band paid off, my hands stay soft
Only one to lift the mood and weight you can't take off
I like it when you smile and can't say much, mm
Mr. Plan-It-Out
Write it down, dawg, I need a marker
I'll get some rest when I see the Father
We don't dividе, it's just delete and conquеr
You left your shoes under your bed
But you don't look under the bed 'cause you might see a monster
It's still RIP Aaliyah father
You put it on me like ti's steel and armor
You left it on me like Frida's barber
Enough spark that I don't need a charger
Enough to get you through to see it farther
I'll stick with you, stick to you
Peter Parker