Dominic Fike White Keys

Aight, pitch black Chevy antique, I was seventeen I ain’t have nothing but some tees and a pair of jeans Palm trees, but it smell like weed in the front seat You was en route to being famous and everything White keys, 'cause she's way too major for everything I wanna be a part of it, what you got going on Is it as sad as you make it out to be? I wanna be mad, but you take it out of me 1995, teens in the Florida breeze (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Ice cream, shit was so sweet before everything Tight squeeze, tryna fit me into everyday (Ooh-ooh-ooh) But you never came The world is movin', we were never meant to stay But I was working on the world I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had I guess I thought that it would work I never knew (Oh) It was because of you (Oh) I never knew Oh, I guess I never– (Woah) Aight, rich ass, tryna fit my Gs in these Prada jeans Mismatchin' with my Celines, king of everything Fifth stack comin' in this week, I bought everything Dispatchin' with dollar G’s, pulled up, ripped the scene White keys, 'cause she's way too major for everything The kids want distance, somewhat Then I feel my heart inside my back I made a point to be intact And you don't even keep it wholesome with me You were singin' no songs with me The world is movin', we were never meant to stay But I was working on the world I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had I guess I thought that it would work I never knew (Oh) It was because of you (Oh) I never knew Oh, I guess I never– (Woah)