All that jazz Lyrics

Yeah yea

I'm pulling up, you're pulling out

That's all that we do now

Breakdowns, build- ups

That's what we go through now

Force me in, I force my way out

Don't finna be here now

Different air, different space

Hell I'm tryna breathe in out

So I'd go out to the club now

But oh snap it's lock down

Bought myself some freedom

In the streets of cpt now

Go by my own rules now

My spot don't disrespect now

Fam stressing me out

So I'm tryna to go out

Dancing dancing

Like I fucking got a reason

Dancing like

It's fucking dancing season

Dancing like

It's something to believe in

Blame it on the alcohol

Or blame it on my weed shit

Dawg I'm tryna remix oh

Dancing dancing

Like I fucking got a reason

Dancing like

It's fucking dancing season

Dancing like

It's something to believe in

Blame it on the alcohol

Or blame it on my weed shit

I'm tryna remix

Shots of vodka out in the club

It's a mosh pit, we're throwing up

Think I'm alright now

Pass me red cup

Swear we gon' die young

Look at all these drugs

Midnight we're drunk now

Walk you get mugged

This is the streets now,go toughen up

Money hungry, I want all those millie's Jamming on nothing, I'm acting silly

Look, chasing for the cheese

I'm a rat shit is real

I head up to my boss

Tryna score me a deal

Niggas out here

They be stuck on some pills

Yeah you know the drill

Yeah you know the drill

Got a lotta gratitude for my fam

That's my mum

It's us against the world

That's my Queen, prime time

You're my favourite person

McQueen one time

So you know the drill

Yeah you know the drill

Dancing dancing

Like I fucking got a reason

Dancing like

It's fucking dancing season

Dancing like

It's something to believe in

Blame it on the alcohol

Or blame it on my weed shit

Dawg I'm tryna remix oh

Dancing dancing

Like I fucking got a reason

Dancing like

It's fucking dancing season

Dancing like

It's something to believe in

Blame it on the alcohol

Or blame it on my weed shit

I'm tryna remix

They be tryna play me, hate me

I can get too wavy, throw shade, envy No choice you gotta feel me, feel me

They don't have a choice

But to feel me

I don't give no choice,but to feel me

Got a white dress on

Now she tryna coffee spill me

Woah woah woah say you really

Did me dirty

Do good for myself

They be tryna guilt-trip me

Trilby, they be tryna really guilt trip me

Lady pour it up

Let's fade one time

Now I'm feeling tipsy

Check my bae one time

Or at least two times

For the rest of the night

You're my favourite drug

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