Hey, love

Hey, I lost you, babe
Picking up a penny with a press-on is
Easier than holding you down
Can't be any harder than holding you up now
To come clean I said
To be real is to be real is
Probably true what they say about me
Probably came from my inner circle
It usually come from your inner circle
Or lack thereof and I don't know who I can trust
I've been dropping out and
I've been hanging out with my high friends
And we too stoned to pay attention
Much too cool for 7th grade

I mean, really it's same me, it's old me
You know? Same shit
I've been on the low key
Grinding (grinding, grinding)
Learning on the low key, shining
Tryin' to keep to myself
But you bring me out of character
Every time again

Damn Gina, damn Gina
Them jeans, they must be uptight mama
You need some get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go get that get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go till you get right, mama

I belong to nobody
Hope it don't bother you
You can mind your business
I belong to nobody
Try not to disturb
And mind my business
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye
It works for me, it works for me, no
Go Gina, go Gina, aye

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Writer(s): Adam Feeney, Carter Lang, Solana Rowe, Tyran Donaldson