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作词: devon hendryx
作曲: devon hendryx
Generation Y 1989
Shout out to all the bitches that cheated on me
(The world)
Yeah, cold train, ridin' up
All red bands, that solo cup
Lots of pussy, all the time
Say it with your chest, hoe, you want mine
And I want yours, so if we ****
You can't tell nobody, slut
Just tell me lies, and I'll tell you that
And don't turn around when I hit that back
'Cause usually, I **** with nines
And you looking like a certified, five
You'll never, ever, be my, wife
Somebody said you the shit, huh? Lies
Bitch, you a nonfactor
L.A. Reid to your X Factor
And I won't sign that contract, so please put them tracks back
I got an XL in my trunk, fam
So I **** that bitch where I park at
Double shift, break it up
If she fat, tummy tuck
Automatic with no standards
Freaky bitch, my private dancer
Instagram, that Canon camera
Snort that line, I Peter Pan'd her
Some of my friends call me a fool
(Uh, one time for the left side, Gen Y, 1-9-8-9)
Crying my tears over you (over you)
(What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
I know you did all that you could
(Uh, one time for the left side, Gen Y, 1-9-8-9)
I can't tell what's right or wrong (what's right or wrong)
(What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
But without you, a part of me is gone
But it seems to me
That without you, the world keeps turning
World keeps turning
We just got to move on
'Cause it's clear to me
That without you, the world keeps turning
