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SINEMA
by Ryan Rathburn
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I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
Ain't nobody up and get a clue
I got all this shit I tried to do
All this shit so cinematic
Run it up get so dramatic
My career is autocratic
Shifting gears no automatic
Ain't no bloody billionaire
Be walking down my flight of stairs
I walk in beat like Fred Astaire
I Milly rock around the block
Turn up the bass, grab the aux
Do that dance up on my
Don't fuck with my vision
Question yours
Look at my mind
I can give you the tour
I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
Go ahead and read the room
You
Pour the bottle up with the crew
You
Watching the drama call it news
Can't find balance with the booze
Monday night you sending nudes
I ain't falling for your ruse
Like - ooh
She falling down the stairs
Too much liquor got her there
She said she got a bag in the back of her Porsche
The way I'm walking say I love this money live for the score
(I might)
Run up stacks and fly out to Waikiki resort
And you might see her when you stalking on the gram like a-
And now I'm whipping this shit
And now I'm whipping the ford
And I be talking all this shit cop me some Christian Dior
I be like (ooh)
Put that velour on my motherfucking shoes
If you want to take me down
Then you be turning me loose
And now you see what I got
And I be takin my shot
And I just burst out this box
Like
I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
Ain't nobody up and get a clue
I got all this shit I tried to do
All this shit so cinematic
Run it up get so dramatic
My career is autocratic
Shifting gears no automatic
Ain't no bloody billionaire
Be walking down my flight of stairs
I walk in beat like Fred Astaire
I Milly rock around the block
Turn up the bass, grab the aux
Do that dance up on my
Don't fuck with my vision
Question yours
Look at my mind
I can give you the tour
I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
Go ahead and read the room
You
Pour the bottle up with the crew
You
Watching the drama call it news
Can't find balance with the booze
Monday night you sending nudes
I ain't falling for your ruse
Like - ooh
She falling down the stairs
Too much liquor got her there
She said she got a bag in the back of her Porsche
The way I'm walking say I love this money live for the score
(I might)
Run up stacks and fly out to Waikiki resort
And you might see her when you stalking on the gram like a-
And now I'm whipping this shit
And now I'm whipping the ford
And I be talking all this shit cop me some Christian Dior
I be like (ooh)
Put that velour on my motherfucking shoes
If you want to take me down
Then you be turning me loose
And now you see what I got
And I be takin my shot
And I just burst out this box
Like
I got a ton of shit to do
Go ahead and walk into the room
Running up the gutter for a view
You
Can't even up and get a clue
Ooh
Boo
Keep it silent on the scene
Phone behind you when you sleep
Got your secrets in your sheets
(Me)
Ooh
Spend my time on other things
Making moves by other means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
