Lyrics Call it a Hustle, Sweetheart - Dacian Miron, Kellin Quinn

Call it a Hustle, Sweetheart

To the backseat drivers who haven’t heard a
Storybook with the perfect ending
Something for the masses to keep them guessing
It’s time for us to get down now
Cause we don’t blend with the crowd no
I like me and me for myself
Don’t care about you or nobody else
Appreciate me for the way i am
Unconventional, exotic, exclusive as hell
You said i needed a change so
I said you better just waltz home
I’ll turn them all into believers
A case of the hook line sinker
Don’t care what they say
It means nothing to me
Call it a hustle, sweetheart
Stop and look around
The many scandalous faces
Some claim to know you but
You don’t seem so sure anymore
Think i’m weird cause i’m different?
I find it strange that they’re all the same
I’ll turn them all into believers
A case of the hook line sinker
Don’t care what they say
It means nothing to me
Call it a hustle, sweetheart
Whatever happened to the old me
To the one who fell in love with the art
Right now i’m falling apart
Cause i lost that sense of purpose that started it all
That started it all
Fuck the rise and the fall
It never mattered before
Just my voice in the room
Is all i needed to feel like a star
I wanna feel like i’m alive again
Get me out of my head
And help me start it all over again
I’ll turn them all into believers (start it all over again)
A case of the hook line sinker (start it all over again)
Don’t care what they say (don't care what they say)
It means nothing to me (nothing to me)
Call it a hustle, sweetheart