[Chorus: Brodie Wilson]
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
[Verse 1: Brodie Wilson]
She [?] in the backseat
Pushing in the whip, I'm a driver, I'm a taxi
One day I'll get a black jean
Young punk rockstar, can't help being flashy
I got homies that'll pop on the slightest
Everything I touch turn to gold, King Midas
They don't really like us
Probably the reason why they always try to fight us
[Chorus: Brodie Wilson]
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
[Verse 1: Brodie Wilson]
She [?] in the backseat
Pushing in the whip, I'm a driver, I'm a taxi
One day I'll get a black jean
Young punk rockstar, can't help being flashy
I got homies that'll pop on the slightest
Everything I touch turn to gold, King Midas
They don't really like us
Probably the reason why they always try to fight us
[Chorus: Brodie Wilson]
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
Baby, don't test your luck
I got used to messing up
And I stopped impressing her
They say we got reckless love
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