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You was raised a church girl
Now you always find yourself out on Sunday
And do on Monday the same thing you did Tuesday
And Wednesday feel the same
Now you feel uncool like your auntie husband
And you don't wanna feel that lame
But you don't know that much
But it's okay go pour that up
If you got your drink then hold that up
'Cause you ain't pay for it 'cause you got a big ol' ass
So somebody bought it
You ain't gotta pay that back
I'm like, each night and it don't get old
But just know everything that glisten ain't gold, so
Don't believe everything you've been told
Just know that your future ain't sitting in stone like
Rolling Stone, I rock like granite
Hit the stage, rock the mic like Janet
If I say things they might just happen
Turn stock to seeds I might just plant it up
With no ring, just a Saturn, whip
You used to get your son from baby daddy (uh)
I ain't judging beauty pageants but
Time ain't never moving backwards
So, okay get this infamy
I just feel all the vibe that you sent for me
If God sent me an inquiry
About angels
And instantly you fell outta the sky
With a pair of some angel wings
Would you believe in the thing called destiny:
So would you live for me, or die for me, or sin for me
Or play along baby girl like a symphony, I'm like

Would you live for me?
Die for me?
Sin for me?
Cry for me?
Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
Tell me, would you play along?
(Come on! Ay, play along! Ay)
Tell me, would you play along? (Come on! Ay, play along! Ay)
Tell me, would you play along?

Would you live for me
Die for me?
Sin for me?
Cry for me?
Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
Tell me, would you play along?

I said
Play along play along
Look, it ain't that hard
Don't act too cool, play your part
And if your card decline and you claim fraud
And if your man's there then he gon' take that charge
But if it's never your fault then it's never your fault
If you don't got money, you can say that thought
And you ain't learn a thing, now you pay back loans
For that diploma that sit on your wall at home (damn)
So who you owe, what you own?
You say you grown but I can't tell
Pop out, best fit you gon' put it on
But you still out here takin' them big L's
Broken nail, crack the screen
Worked at noon, slept 'til 3
At the club you risked it all
'Cause you stayed there 'til they turned the lights on
Looking for that love and basketball (like why?)
Really, no, I'm just saying
You be looking for the right things in wrong places
Make a man catch chills from your body language
At this point get lost in translation
Like damn, know they got it in for me
I can feel all the vibes that you sent for me
It's scientific chemistry, you wifey
Wifi, you connect to me
So let me be the Adam and you be Eve
But really girl I'm just trying to feel you're energy
So would you live for me, or die for me, or sin for me
Or play along baby girl like a symphony, I'm like

Would you live for me?
Die for me?
Sin for me?
Cry for me?
Baby if I wrote you a symphony
Tell me, would you play along?
(Come on!) Play along
Tell me, would you play along? (Yo)
Tell me, would you play along?

If god sent me an inquiry
About angels that he missed consistently
And then you fell out of the sky with some angel wings
Would you believe it was meant to be? Huh? Like

Ooh, baby it's your move (Play along, play)
It's your move
Tell me what you want to do
Let it out, so, tell me what you want to do
Tell me what you want to do, let it out

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, SUNDAE SONGS LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CARTER LANG, NATE FOX, NICO SEGAL, PEDER LOSNEGARD, PETER COTTONTALE, PRESTON OSHITA, TEDDY JACKSON