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stupid shit - jordan solomon lyrics

[intro]
(phantum in the club)
yaya!
it’s solo!

[chorus]
when i was young, dumb, still in love
influenced by weed and drugs
used to think that you the one
call you up, hop in my truck
let’s do anything you want
sky lit up just like my blunt
back so good that i can’t front
brain so good that i go dumb
brick so cold my heart go numb
then i kiss you on the lips
used to say some stupid sh-t
one day that we gon’ have kids
plan our house and both our whips
girl that ain’t just how it is, yeah
cuz we was young and talkin’ stupid sh-t

[verse 1]
1am, i check my phone
you said that ain’t no one home
start my whip, ain’t drivin’ slow
in bed, both of us was cold
felt like the first time i smoke (felt like the first time i smoke)
cause your love, it get my high like a sp-ceship
so close, i can taste it
jeep with the face lift
f-ck that guy, he ain’t sh-t
don’t act like i made it
cause i’m in the makin’
roll me up
i don’t give no f-cks
i be rockin’ pink like plush
wake me up
pour up in my cup
i don’t like to stunt
girl, w-ssup?
yeah, let’s chill, just us
friday and get drunk
ballin’, yeah, i dunk
weed and skunk
got some in the trunk
phantum, turn me up
i’m livin’ fast, i gotta pump the brakes
come over lady, yeah you wanna stay
it’s only love, i can’t f-ck with the hate (f-ck with the hate, f-ck with the hate…)
i do this sh-t everyday
out in l.a. like i’m blake
work from the moment that i wake
i gotta watch for the snakes
you know i been gettin’ paid
i call up stu he got a crib right by the lake
come around one of these days
why y’all be actin’ so fake?
i just went and got the fade
yeah i skrt, skrt, pull off, then i whip to that estate
oh look, now they know my name
oh look, now she wanna stay
rollin’ up back
baby don’t get too attached
n-body got me on snap
my money color like maps
you wanna come make a track
but i can tell you that your sh-t is whack
my whip is black but i might get a wrap
ballin’, now hit the bank, shot off the gl-ss
smokin’ that loud, you smokin’ that gr-ss
went to starbucks and got me a frap
all you do is yap
i don’t even ask

[verse 2]
i gotta know
was it cuz i never ever took it slow?
you used to doubt me, now i think they f-ckin’ know
120 speedin’ in a bimmer down on the road
you want a man that gon’ keep you all on your toes
and i think that he don’t, i think he don’t know
baby in a roll, i pull up and i roll, pull up then i roll
yeah i’m blowin’ smoke
i can’t remember
when it was september
kiss you in december
covered in my sweater
but she won’t let up
oh, i won’t let her
i like to settle
i like this better (yaya)
solo gon’ do what he want
man, i can’t even front
hit from the back, from the front
ay, i can’t even front
you know i been on the run
buddha kush out of my lungs
yeah, he got what you need but i got what you want

[chorus]
when i was young, dumb, still in love
influenced by weed and drugs
used to think that you the one
call you up, hop in my truck
let’s do anything you want
sky lit up just like my blunt
back so good that i can’t front
brain so good that i go dumb
bricks so cold my heart go numb
then i kiss you on the lips
used to say some stupid sh-t
one day that we gon’ have kids
plan our house and both our whips
girl that ain’t just how it is, yeah
cuz we was young and talkin’ stupid sh-t

- jordan solomon lyrics

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