Lyrics

Hey love, I lost you babePicking up a penny with a press-on is easier than holding you downCan't be any harder than holding you up now (now hold)To come clean, I saidTo be real is, to be real is (to come clean is, to come clean)Probably true what they say about meProbably came from my inner circleIt usually come from your inner circleOr lack thereof, and I don't know who I can trustI've been dropping out, and I've been hanging out with my high friendsAnd we too stoned to pay attention now (much too cool for 7th grade)I mean, really it's same me, it's old me, you know? Same shitI've been on the low-key, grinding (grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding)Learning on the low-key, shiningTryin' to keep to myself, but you bring me out of character every time againDamn Gina, damn GinaThem jeans, they must be uptight, mamaYou need some, get right, mamaGo Gina, go GinaGo get that, get right, mamaGo Gina, go GinaGo 'til you get right, mamaI belong to nobodyHope it don't bother you, you can mind your businessI belong to nobody, try not to disturb, I mind my businessStill works for me, it works for me, noIt works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)Still works for me, it works for me, noIt works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)Still works for me, it works for me, noIt works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)Still works for me, it works for me, noIt works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)

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