Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sydney, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song Anything., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Flight Boys
Song language: English
Sydney |
| 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 |