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Yeah
Ok, yeah yeah
Whoa, baby
I can be the pilot, I'mma fly her to the moon
Used to ride the public, now it's private when I move, eh
Had some cold Decembers, but I came out of the blue
Benson Boone, eh eh
Benson Boone, yeah
Woah, baby
Fuck an Opel Corsa, now we riding in a coupe
Working while you sleeping, buddy, cock-a-doodle-doo, eh
Started from the bottom, now we flying to the moon
Benson Boone, eh eh
Benson Boone, yeah
365, I'm bringing the wave
Remember them days on minimum wage
Same old me, but shit ain't the same
Yeah, they said I changed, so I'm flipping the page
Out on the road every day if it pays
What you make in a month, I will go make it rain
I did a show in Madrid, it went crazy
And now I got baddies I'm hitting in Spain
Wanna be me for sure, stacking up bread and we eating more — yuh
If we keeping score, sold-out shows, 2 weeks on tour — yuh
When it rains it pours, came a long way from sweeping floors — yuh
All these missed calls — she phoned 10 times, I don't know what for
Step into the shop and I buy everything she chooses
Accountant is astounded, he just asked me if I'm stupid
I got juices, it's that type that oozes
Eastern MFs, we make different kind of bruises
Whoa, baby
I can be the pilot, I'mma fly her to the moon
Used to ride the public, now it's private when I move, eh
Had some cold Decembers, but I came out of the blue
Benson Boone, eh eh
Benson Boone, yeah
Woah, baby
Fuck an Opel Corsa, now we riding in a coupe
Working while you sleeping, buddy, cock-a-doodle-doo, eh
Started from the bottom, now we flying to the moon
Benson Boone, eh eh
Benson Boone, yeah
When I do my dance, you know I hit so clean
I gave her my addy, told her keep that lowkey
Let her drive the Benz, she asked me why there no key?