Nu'uanu
Nobody Does Everything
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This one for the bleached hair boys with the subs in the back (boom)
That pull up to the curb just to talk a lil trash (yeah)
For the 2AM text from mom "where you at?"
And the homies that hate on every single sad track (not trap)
For the girl in the late night
Try to send me through into the daylight
With more than just a few snake bites
But I won't come for your neck like you do mine (like you do mine)
Palisades screaming "baby come through"
So I keep it in my bag like Jacquemus (Jacquemus)
Want my new boy to feel like he new new
So I don't post 'til we posted up in Nu'uanu
Nobody with a sonnet
Can I make a bag off it?
Full house but I got no college
Call me Lori Laughlin
Turn my charge to a profit
So I taste like carbon
Copy, divided, amongst all of my friends
Foundations to all the same dreams but they're empty
So we just pretend that they're plans
So out of control over here
Everyone borrows swimsuits or the same girls
Edit out all of the colors
But make sure to give it more curves
Then it feels like my chest has a ghost line
Straight to the best or the worst times
Where it takes so much just to make me feel fine
I'm fine
I'm still lying
If I keep you around then you'll feel numb
But if I stay for the end will I feel love?
So I don't start
Then I'll have nothing to lose
Just give me my spot in The Louvre
Pull up to the curb just to talk a lil trash
For the 2AM text from mom "where you at?"
And the homies that hate on every single sad track, yeah
For the girl in the late night
Try to send me through into the daylight
With more than just a few snake bites
But I won't come for your neck like you do mine
This one for my 5'5 girls with anxiety
That just want loyalty
Said I was royalty
Then he got bored of me
I would have everything I want then you'd say come through
Okay fine I'll be there in two
Pieces for me 'cause everything's you
All that, but now I got my spot in The Louvre