Top Songs By Landon Tewers
Credits
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Landon Tewers
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Waynewood
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Javier Galeano
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Lyrics
All you gotta do is show up
It's not too late
All you gotta do is show up
Na-na-na-na-na
I don't wanna see nobody else
I just wanna keep it to myself
I could be the better part of you
Even though you know it isn't true, baby
I could take you places you could never go
I'd be the best replacement you could ever know
Don't be stupid like we're never gonna be a unit
And every time I see you broken, gotta get you through it
Give me names of all your exes, I'ma tear into them
And give me nothing in return, it's fuckin' therapeutic
All you gotta do is show up
It's not too late
All you gotta do is show up
Na-na-na-na-na
I want this bitch back in my bed
Fuck your toes up to your head
Picture life with me instead
I could synthesize your alibi, oh yeah
She like it spicy when I'm into it
Girl can play me like an instrument
She go crazy when she shake them hips
Lose control when she lick them lips
Yoga pants, ass addicted
Sugar rush, tastes amazing
Give it up, got me chasing paradise
All you gotta do is show up
It's not too late
All you gotta do is show up
Na-na-na-na-na
I want this bitch back in my bed
Fuck your toes up to your head
Picture life with me instead
I could synthesize your alibi, oh yeah
She make it worth it
Baby girl we go together picture perfect
You make every shorty around you look nervous
Love the way you flexin' on them with the way you work it
Got me ignited, she move in private
Shorty independent, she don't need no guidance
When she's outside, never acts out her pocket
Take you round the world, have you sippin' on a island
Ayy, real woman, trendsetter, a go-getter
With no Twitter, I love to fact you a fashion killer
She gettin' everything, I ain't call her a gold digger
I know she's into them stars, well, I'm the big dipper
I know you scared of commitment, but I'm thinkin' forever
And don't you bring up your exes, you know I get it wetter
And I don't care what you're wearing, girl, I'm plucking your feathers
Now won't you let me explore you, I call her interstellar
All you gotta do is show up
It's not too late
All you gotta do is show up
I want this bitch back in my bed
Fuck your toes up to your head
Picture life with me instead
I could synthesize your alibi, oh yeah
Written by: Javier Galeano, Landon Tewers, Wayne Wood