Description
Main Artist: PIXY
Producer: badbadbad
Composer: Giovanna Rodrigues Tomaz
Composer: Beau Miles-Watson
Composer: Daniel Angell
Composer Lyricist: Giovanna Rodrigues Tomaz
Composer Lyricist: Beau Miles-Watson
Composer Lyricist: Daniel Angell
Lyrics and translation
Original
You weren't actually a god back then. You were something else.
Baggy jeans, a G-string. Spoke my mind, I got all these bitches freaking out.
Shit, they got me next to me, got me laughing loud.
Shit, they got me smoking trees like we on this cloud. Baggy jeans, a G-string.
Spoke my mind, I got all these bitches freaking out. Shit, they got me next to me, got me laughing loud.
Shit, they got me smoking trees like we on this- Brand new pair with some brand new bags.
Bitch, the alien fly, but ever since the- I circle back to them like I just made a figure eight. I walk out like toss one smoking on my cigarette. Fuck school, all
I wanna do is celebrate. All them haters looking at me now, like, "Fuck's sake? "
Now they all up on me acting like they know me, know me.
I have been a change, but everything I touch get holy. Intelligent, esoteric, reverent.
I'm eloquent, might just run for president.
I might, I might, might just run for president. Baggy jeans, a G-string.
Spoke my mind, I got all these bitches freaking out. Shit, they got me next to me, got me laughing loud.
Shit, they got me smoking trees like we on this cloud. Baggy jeans, a G-string.
Spoke my mind, I got all these bitches freaking out.
Shit, they got me next to me, got me laughing loud. Shit, they got me smoking trees like we on this cloud.
Fuck school, all I wanna do is celebrate.