Won't Mind Lyrics

Woke up in the same clothes I was spotted wearing last night
Got these girls riding all on my body like a half pipe
Striving for attention, homie I call that the fast life
Feed these models Mcdonalds until they get their cash right
Everything I'm dipping I'ma bet they'll eat it up
Got a text from a chick who wondering if we're meeting up later
I said I don't make plans
If you want someone who can, then you're not looking for me
You're just looking for another type of man
I'm just trying to be the first man in my fam
To graduate, go to college, get em high, auto pilot
Be someone they all are proud of
Buy a car, get it polished
Brand new clothes I'm always stylin
Just to be with you I'd probably buy a thousand islands

I won't mind if you, if you f**k with me
I won't mind if you, if you don't forget me
I won't mind if you ever want to change your mind
Because now I'm all alone
Thinking about you, all night long
And I wonder, do you think about me?
Baby I just wonder
Do you think about me?

I could be your Elvis, you could be Priscilla Presley
Caught you looking at me like you might want to undress me
Tell her I'm a good fella, like my name was Pesci
Cooking up the fliest s**t and I don't need a recipe
Damn, that was vicious, ooh I admit it I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
No other language, I can't explain it
I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
To a place where we can't be bothered
Feeling like I'm racing to the top from the bottom
Got no whips but multiple garages
I guess you could say that I'm an optimist
Had a dream I was copping s**t
And like Copperfield it all disappeared
Had a crazy a**. a long time ago
But I'm now I'm smiling from ear to ear because it all came true
Love what you do and the love will come back to you tenfold
Felt like I had a brick tied to my leg but I'm never gonna Ben Folds
At the top of my game like a tentpole
I ain't make it. yet but I'm Glenn Close
I'ma take her home and have her clothes hanging all over my bedpost

[Break, Hoodie Allen and Max]
(Hey yo Max)
(What's up, baby?)
(Dude, don't you feel like every song nowadays has a complicated dance move to it?)
(Hoodie, I do feel like that)
(I can't dance like that. That's not realistic, man. We need to do something for the people. Some junior prom s**t. Some Sadie Hawkins s**t. Some drunk at your cousin's s**t but you ain't even gonna remember it. That type of shit)
(Yeah. Let's get it Bar Mitzvah poppin')
A little bit left, right, left (x8)

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