Saturday night's for the vibes
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
F*ck that
I'm back on my bullshit
Back on my hoe shit
Back it up on me, I ain't gotta do shit
All of 'em jam me, I'm cooking
I see her looking, I give her the word and she work like a sou chef
She told me hit record, we f*ck in the booth and
You know that I hate to wait
You can't compare to me
Bitch I'm on fire, no lie
She ain't gone f*ck with these boys
They can't f*ck with my style, they've tried
She said she f*ck with the voice like I'm bene designed, on god
And you think the city is yours, had to tell 'em it's mine
Shits mine, for real
You tell me you love me like I give a f*ck
Like Mel B, my mob's deep, I'm scary to love
Since nineteen, had models getting rowdy and rough
A crime scene, got bodies, they're piling up
Still ain't enough for me
You're love is like a drug, don't need amphetamine
A narcissistic bluff
All my self-esteem is ready to erupt and girl you better be
I'm telling you uh
The condo is getting too crowded, see bitches around and they jacking my files
They confident flirting, I'm making you nervous as shit when I look in your eyes
Can bluff all you want but you know you can't lie to yourself and there's nowhere to hide from me
I got your spot surrounded, what you running from?
You try to top my sound, I'm not just anyone
You run your block? You clowning, this whole country's mine
A nobody from the south, look at this money come
Shit's mine
Saturday night's for the vibes
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
But I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my, back on my
Shit's mine, yeah
Shit's mine
Cole Sebastian - Mine Lyrics
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Saturday night's for the vibes
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
F*ck that
I'm back on my bullshit
Back on my hoe shit
Back it up on me, I ain't gotta do shit
All of 'em jam me, I'm cooking
I see her looking, I give her the word and she work like a sou chef
She told me hit record, we f*ck in the booth and
You know that I hate to wait
You can't compare to me
Bitch I'm on fire, no lie
She ain't gone f*ck with these boys
They can't f*ck with my style, they've tried
She said she f*ck with the voice like I'm bene designed, on god
And you think the city is yours, had to tell 'em it's mine
Shits mine, for real
You tell me you love me like I give a f*ck
Like Mel B, my mob's deep, I'm scary to love
Since nineteen, had models getting rowdy and rough
A crime scene, got bodies, they're piling up
Still ain't enough for me
You're love is like a drug, don't need amphetamine
A narcissistic bluff
All my self-esteem is ready to erupt and girl you better be
I'm telling you uh
The condo is getting too crowded, see bitches around and they jacking my files
They confident flirting, I'm making you nervous as shit when I look in your eyes
Can bluff all you want but you know you can't lie to yourself and there's nowhere to hide from me
I got your spot surrounded, what you running from?
You try to top my sound, I'm not just anyone
You run your block? You clowning, this whole country's mine
A nobody from the south, look at this money come
Shit's mine
Saturday night's for the vibes
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
But I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my, back on my
Shit's mine, yeah
Shit's mine
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
F*ck that
I'm back on my bullshit
Back on my hoe shit
Back it up on me, I ain't gotta do shit
All of 'em jam me, I'm cooking
I see her looking, I give her the word and she work like a sou chef
She told me hit record, we f*ck in the booth and
You know that I hate to wait
You can't compare to me
Bitch I'm on fire, no lie
She ain't gone f*ck with these boys
They can't f*ck with my style, they've tried
She said she f*ck with the voice like I'm bene designed, on god
And you think the city is yours, had to tell 'em it's mine
Shits mine, for real
You tell me you love me like I give a f*ck
Like Mel B, my mob's deep, I'm scary to love
Since nineteen, had models getting rowdy and rough
A crime scene, got bodies, they're piling up
Still ain't enough for me
You're love is like a drug, don't need amphetamine
A narcissistic bluff
All my self-esteem is ready to erupt and girl you better be
I'm telling you uh
The condo is getting too crowded, see bitches around and they jacking my files
They confident flirting, I'm making you nervous as shit when I look in your eyes
Can bluff all you want but you know you can't lie to yourself and there's nowhere to hide from me
I got your spot surrounded, what you running from?
You try to top my sound, I'm not just anyone
You run your block? You clowning, this whole country's mine
A nobody from the south, look at this money come
Shit's mine
Saturday night's for the vibes
Sunday to Monday you're mine
Keeping the week on my timing
Ask me how I do it
I don't even try
They watch how I'm moving
Tryna bag 'em a dime
She watch how I uh
I'm breaking her bread then her spine
I told her it's just how I dine
She told me it's just how she likes it
At seventeen, I was foolish
Eighteen, I was fine
Nineteen was a movie
I told 'em I'm back on my grind
But I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my, back on my
Shit's mine, yeah
Shit's mine
Writer: Cole Gurnsey
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