KOTA The Friend Sydney Lyrics

Why you gotta act so immature

You wan’t me but you ain’t sure

I be half way to Australia by the time you at my door

I be out here getting mine

Then you want me to be yours

It don’t work like that, don’t believe in words like that

Every day I turn my back on yesterday, that’s where you at and where you stay, no coming back to you

It’s a Sunday afternoon

All em niggas gassing you

Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you

Kick back at the crib

Champagne in the fridge

Back yard with a pool

All my niggas lit

Where you at

Where you been

Where you at

Where you been

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh

Palm trees in my shades, uh

I been riding these waves, yeah

Why you throwing me shade, uh

Bad chick in New York, uh

Miss her when I’m on tour, uh

She been keeping it real

Boy don’t forget where you from

Lately you been acting like you care

Calling me like we a pair

I been out in California with a girl I met in Texas but she from the Carolina’s

Let’s just keep it how we left it, yes it work like that

Don’t know why you hurt like that

Left me then you turn right back

Stab me when I turn my back

Now it seem you running after me

But I’m living happily

This is just how it had to be

There’s just so much happening

Hope you’ll be glad for me

Kick back at the crib

Champagne in the fridge

Back yard with a pool

All my niggas lit

Where you at

Where you been

Where you at

Where you been

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh

Palm trees in my shades, uh

I been riding these waves, yeah

Why you throwing me shade, uh

Bad chick in New York, uh

Miss her when I’m on tour, uh

She been keeping it real

Boy don’t forget where you from

Only want the love if the love is free

Could’ve been good but you upped the fee

Call my phone like where I’m at

With a women that really got love for me

Thanks for all of that pain

Thanks for helping me grow

Funny how this shit change

You ain’t got shit from my soul

Kick back at the crib

Champagne in the fridge

Back yard with a pool

All my niggas lit

Where you at

Where you been

Where you at

Where you been

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Let me live

Bad chick in LA, uh

Palm trees in my shades, uh

I been riding these waves, yeah

Why you throwing me shade, uh

Bad chick in New York, uh

Miss her when I’m on tour, uh

She been keeping it real

Boy don’t forget where you from