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V. 3005

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Chorus

No matter what you say or what you do

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you

Fuck these other niggas

I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hol' up

Verse 1

Okay, hold up, wait a minute (Minute), all good just a week ago

Crew at my house and we party every weekend, so

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Make me bounce around, like, I don't know, like, I won't be here long

Now, the thrill is gone, got no patience, 'cause I'm not a doctor (No)

Girl, why is you lyin'? (What?) Girl, why you Mufasa?

Yeah, mi casa su casa, gotta strip it like Gaza

Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava

Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber

Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones

"My God, you pay for your friends?" (What?) I'll take that as a compliment

Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite?

Incompetent ain't the half of it, Saturdays, we're Young Lavish's

Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it, beans they took from the cabinet (Woah)

Sorry (Sorry), I'm just scared of the future

'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hol' up

Chorus

No matter what you say or what you do

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you

Fuck these other niggas

I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody), hol' up

No matter what you say or what you do

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

Fuck these other niggas

I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hol' up (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up; But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

Verse 2

I used to care what people thought, but now I care more

Man, nobody out here's got it figured out, so therefore

I've lost all hope of a happy ending

Depending on whether or not it's worth it, so insecure, no one's perfect

We spend it with no shame, we blow that like Coltrane

We in here like Rogaine, or leave it like Cobain

And when I'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song

'Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a Lambo like LeBron's mom

And no matter where all of my friends go (Yeah), Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo (Yeah)

All of them people my kinfolk, at least I think so

Can't tell, 'cause when them checks clear, they're not here

'Cause they don't care (They don't care), it's kinda sad

But I'm laughin', whatever happens, assassins are stabbed in the back

Of my cabin, labrador yappin', I'm glad that it happened, I mean it

Between us, I think there's something special (I think there's something special)

And if I lose my mental, just hold my hand even if you don't understand, hol' up

Chorus

No matter what you say or what you do (No, no)

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you (You and me)

Fuck these other niggas

I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hol' up (No-no-no-no, no-no-no)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up (But you ain't got—, but you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) No (But you ain't—), hol' up

No matter what you say or what you do

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you (But you ain't got nobody)

Fuck these other niggas

I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hol' up (But you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up (But you ain't got nobody)

(Hol' up) Hol' up, (Hol' up) hol' up

(Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up; But you ain't got nobody)

Post-Chorus

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up (But you ain't got nobody)

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up (But you ain't got nobody)

Outro

Na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

We did it (Yay)

Nigga, you so thirsty

Produced by Childish Gambino, Ludwig Göransson, & Stefan Ponce

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