[Intro: Eryn Allen Kane & Future]
Ooh, hey-hey-hey, ooh, hey (Yeah)
Ooh, hey, ooh, hey
Standin' in the rain (Standin' in the rain)
Washin' all my sins (Washin' all my–)
And the streets ain't the same
They spin one time, they'll spin again (Spin again, spin again)
Go make love to an angel (Make love)
While the devil in my head
[Verse 1: André 3000 & Eryn Allen Kane]
Communication comin' in
Too much that I can't communicate with all of them
I do wish I had scientist or engineer friends
Let's go, get out of here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been
And then, who's to say when all would end?
All I know is whеn the portrait painted bettеr have your portion of the rent
A dollar more and you will get upgraded
When you've think you've made it, you are then
Just tolerated, overrated
Hope I'm eighty when I get my second wind
Small potatoes all I ate before potato chips would cut my corner lips
Operator, operator, I would pray that you connect me to a sip
Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo, hand me a handful of hips
A stamina stampede of happily happenings, dabblin' into obliv-ion, neon, beyond the ambiance
Be honest, you promised that you will live
Do summers ever forget?
Pajamas feel like a kid, cucumber will make her drip
Do jump on it, hit a split, hookahs don't really do shit
Duke Ellington in this bitch, rebelling is like an itch, oh
I'ma, I'ma live forever
Ooh, hey-hey-hey, ooh, hey (Yeah)
Ooh, hey, ooh, hey
Standin' in the rain (Standin' in the rain)
Washin' all my sins (Washin' all my–)
And the streets ain't the same
They spin one time, they'll spin again (Spin again, spin again)
Go make love to an angel (Make love)
While the devil in my head
[Verse 1: André 3000 & Eryn Allen Kane]
Communication comin' in
Too much that I can't communicate with all of them
I do wish I had scientist or engineer friends
Let's go, get out of here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been
And then, who's to say when all would end?
All I know is whеn the portrait painted bettеr have your portion of the rent
A dollar more and you will get upgraded
When you've think you've made it, you are then
Just tolerated, overrated
Hope I'm eighty when I get my second wind
Small potatoes all I ate before potato chips would cut my corner lips
Operator, operator, I would pray that you connect me to a sip
Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo, hand me a handful of hips
A stamina stampede of happily happenings, dabblin' into obliv-ion, neon, beyond the ambiance
Be honest, you promised that you will live
Do summers ever forget?
Pajamas feel like a kid, cucumber will make her drip
Do jump on it, hit a split, hookahs don't really do shit
Duke Ellington in this bitch, rebelling is like an itch, oh
I'ma, I'ma live forever
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