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green porsche - cold brew & beach holiday lyrics

[intro: cold brew]
yo, amy lee. you never venmo*ed me for that f*cking towel
or the spit*up you left on my couch
f*ck you

[verse: beach holiday (cold brew adlibs)]
yah, all of 2020 making big moves (big moves)
gun to my head when i’m with you
pull the f*cking trigger that’s on cold brew (oooh)
he’s the one who’s making all your man’s beats
i don’t like to freestyle, only backstroke
drowning in my thoughts i might as well choke
she don’t f*ck with anchor it’s a fat joke
didn’t write it for her, n0body but me

[verse: cold brew (beach holiday adlibs)]
that’s on me, that’s on peep, that’s on the crew (bold crew)
holiday at the beach, think i miss boo (shoutout to my exes)
yellowcard to the dead, might file a suit
while i’m the guy that’s drinking all the juice (lean wit me)
see me without the coffee that’s a different side of me (what)
this sh*t keeps me up, you know that’s an anomaly (what)
la to chicago (jordans!)
pass out on a flight, i’ll end up in rio

[chorus: beach holiday (cold brew adlibs)]
green porsche, slam the doors (skrrrt)
it’s too late, i can’t drive anymore
green porsche, slam the doors (f*cked up)
never feel the way i did before

[verse: cold brew (beach holiday adlibs)]
8th st to 4th, (go violets)
i don’t f*ck with you
catch me at phebe’s, you know what’s the move (what’s the move)
i’m mcdonald’s sprite, you’re sierra mist (sierra mist)
i’m tryna sleep, get your hands off my sh*t (get off)

[verse: beach holiday (cold brew adlibs)]
bold crew pulling up, we make a big mess
money lines my pockets, feel like spin rec (my eyes go red and glossy)
i’m the green goblin, call me sheck wes (f*ck sh*t b*tch)
your girlfriend’s at my show, i’m stuck in her head (ooh)
she want me to tell her that i love her
i only love my gang and duck and cover (dc)
i’ll flex on your man and your ex*lovers
then go out to dinner with your mother

[chorus: cold brew (beach holiday adlibs)]
green porsche, slam the doors (slam the door)
it’s too late, i can’t drive anymore
green porsche, slam the doors (can’t drive the porsche)
never feel the way i did before (ey!)

[tag]
bold crew

[outro: beach holiday]
mom, i am literally just vibing!

- cold brew beach holiday lyrics

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