[Chorus: Atwood]

Stop. Right. There

How you go and froze when the spotlight there, ima say it don't

Stop. Right. There

Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and

Walk. Right. There

It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it

Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin

And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

Ain't it funny, shit

[Verse 1: Atwood]

I got too much chutzpah

That band gon break cuz that band ain't rubber

I been standing on a leg for the past 8 summers

Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna

I might

Payday pop off

Filet mignon then

Hear the whip pullin up bumpin tame impala

"Ayo where the cars at?" Shit the valet brought em

Cuz I been standing on a leg for the past 8 autumns

Now it's

Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays)

What a lovely life we've made (life we've made)

Tend to catch them southern feels yeah

Caught inside of memorabilia

Momma, father something's changed (something's changed)

Life is truly all a maze (all a maze)

Learn to capture something real yeah

That's the shit that's gonna heal you

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]

Stop. Right. There

How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't

Stop. Right. There

Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and

Walk. Right. There

It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it

Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin

And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

Ain't it funny, shit

[Verse 2: Kyaru]

Oh, wait (wait)

I'm that boy

I want an art chick with a thin waist

To come fill that void

Shorty wanna throw shade

I don’t hear that noise

Until she rip my chain

And then she on my belt, wait

I’ve been flipping scripts

Y’all ain't making money

Yall still ain't making shit

Ironically, fuckboys with issues

And empty pockets

Still flexing that petty shit, wait - wait - wait

Cause I’ve been standing on a leg, feels like it’s been 8 years

And you all know that I’ve been hoping

And I know that it’s been far too long, but I still feel no fear

And we all know that I’m still holdin’ (on)

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]

Stop. Right. There

How you go and froze when the spotlight there, ima say it don't

Stop. Right. There

Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and

Walk. Right. There

It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it

Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin

And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

Ain't it funny, shit