Tag: Beverly Hills

Jaden – We Were Fifteen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 12 AM on the bright side, I’m in love for too long
It’s high tide up in Hawaii so I just wrote you a song
All of your stuff, packed in my trunk, I gotta get on my way
Directions, they suck
Traffic is stuck and I got nowhere to go

[Pre-Chorus]
So please come hold me darling
I feel bad I’m calling, but I couldn’t wait till the morning (Sun is gone)
I know you hate living alone ’cause you had a roommate
Back in college
I got collages of your pics on my wall
Wrote these albums about you
‘Cause I’m still trying to process being out of your contact
I’m so scared of the phone

[Chorus]
We were fifteen
Naive with our dreams and now I’m thinking of you
I’m about to be 23, how could it be that I’m still thinking of you

[Verse 2]
It’s 9 PM on a Friday and I’m still in my room
Heard you got a house with your guy, out there in Malibu
Oh, Beverly Hills, heartbreak, it kills when it comes out of the blue
Emotions were spilled, I’m crying ’cause I’m still in love with you

[Pre-Chorus]
So please come hold me darling
I feel bad I’m calling, but I couldn’t wait till the morning
I know you hate living alone ’cause you had a roommate
Back in college
I got collages of your pics on my wall
Wrote these albums about you
‘Cause I’m still trying to process being out of your contact
I’m so scared of the phone

[Chorus]
We were fifteen
Naive with our dreams and now I’m thinking of you
I’m about to be 23, how could it be that I’m still thinking of you

[Outro]
It’s 9 PM on a Friday and I’m still in my room

NAV – Friends & Family Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1]
To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (Woah)
I hit the road, I spend a twenty clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out my mind, I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got
I’m gettin’ bags, I’m right in the middle of quarantine, made ten million on the dot
Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans, I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan, I told ’em, “Just follow my lead”, and I took my whole team to the top
Don’t check the tag and I don’t check the receipt, if I see it, I want it, I cop
Shoutout GB’s, I got some connеctions in Queens, I get my J’s before thеy drop

[Chorus]
Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin’ and I fill my cart
You wouldn’t believe me, I just been takin’ it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I’m receivin’
Your ex was lookin’ deceivin’
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I’m gettin’ paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic’ Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

[Verse 2]
I make the plan, then they gon’ hop out the van and take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tanned, I’m on a yacht out in Cabo, got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain’t ’bout catchin’ no feelings, I’m catchin’ a flight on a jet
She try to leave me, no, I’m not takin’ it easy, fuck on her friend, she upset
Knew I was smart, my teachers ain’t think I’d achieve, gave a fuck about passin’ a test
They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me, got rings, I could buy a Patek
Opps lookin’ dusty, I got some demons, so trust me, keepin’ my foot on they neck

[Chorus]
Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin’ and I fill my cart
You wouldn’t believe me, I just been takin’ it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I’m receivin’
Your ex was lookin’ deceivin’
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I’m gettin’ paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic’ Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces (Wheezy outta here)