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Bryson Tiller
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Lyrics
We got our names on the guest list
I can't forget your name, always had it on a necklace
She said, "New phone, who this?" as soon as I texted
Then I saw her pretty lil' face standin' right by the exit
I said, "It's funny that you here 'cause I know this really ain't your thing"
She said, "You got that right," and her car will arrive in 15
She said it's 12:35 and she still got work in the mornin'
I ain't tryna kill the vibe, you could see it in my face, I'm torn (yeah, but wait)
Just like magic, they playin' our song from way back when we fell in love
She put down her jacket and gave me her phone
Said, "I can't stay, but just hold up"
Movin' through the crowd, almost dropped my drink
Girl, we in L.A., that shit ain't cheap
She said, "You ain't changed one bit"
Put my hands on her hips and said, "Just focus on me"
Her body like Calypso (Calypso)
Way she throwin' that back, I'ma leave with my fit soaked (oh, yeah)
I love it when you get low (you get low)
I slide my hand down your back, on your tats, when'd you get those?
Buss wine, she moves her hips slow (bussin')
Already knew you were bad, but I act like I didn't know (ooh, yeah, yeah)
90210, the ZIP code
There's a party in my bed, can I send you the info?
Deuces, I'll see you later right there off of La Brea
Focus on me, not on them haters
Baby, don't Tito's make you crazy? Maybe (yeah)
We can sober up in my bed, but you won't let me take you there, no
We proceeded to leave, but then
Just like magic, they playin' our song from way back when we fell in love
She put down her jacket and gave me her phone
Said, "I can't stay, but just hold up"
Movin' through the crowd, almost dropped my drink
Girl, we in L.A., that shit ain't cheap
She said, "You ain't changed one bit"
Put my hands on her hips and said, "Just focus on me"
Her body like Calypso (yeah)
Way she throwin' that back, I'ma leave with my fit soaked (fit soaked again)
I love it when you get low (you get low)
I slide my hand down your back, on your tats, when'd you get those? (Ooh-ooh)
Buss wine, she moves her hips slow (hips low)
Already knew you were bad, but I act like I didn't know (ah-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh)
90210, the ZIP code (oh)
There's a party in my bed, can I send you the info?
Her body like Calypso (yeah)
Come on, with my, with my fit soaked, yeah
I love it when you get low (you get low, yes)
On you, when you get low (dance)
Buss wine, she moves her hips slow
Two up in my bed (I got you, ah-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh)
90210, the ZIP code (oh)
There's a party in my bed (yeah), can I send you the info?
Can I send you?
We could rendezvous now, bae
Writer(s): Michael Williams, Bryson Tiller, Michee Patrick Lebrun, Luzian Tuetsch, Cesar Americo, Leon Mcquay
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