Intro
Yo, ayy
Can you turn my vocals up just a little bit?
Yeah
Well, uh uh
Chorus
Picture me crying in a Jaguar , uh
Pulled it off the lot
It’s a lot
This one cost more than my dad’s car
They said don’t drive drunk
Sister said stay focused
Best friend roll a blunt
Soul been feeling hopeless
I was crying in a Jaguar
I ain’t even pray
It’s like He hears my tears and the words I never say
Hol up I don’t get it what you flaunting
Is Vanity fair undercover I don’t want it, woah ayy
Yes I do lol
Verse
I was listed number 9 people magazine
Latina with some swag pandemic
Intervened
We took a hit with corona
He took a hit marijuana
I guess we get what we wanted
Naw next time I aim for the target
Outro
Next time I’m aiming for the target I know that fame ain’t where my heart is
Next time I’m aiming for the target I know that fame ain’t where my heart is
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