Stop Selling Her Drugs (feat. Dominic Fike)

(Will you be my yellow?)
 Sellin' Cara Delevingne
 Sniffin' off a magazine
 And her boyfriend is a fiend, so he's got to go
 Thinks he Charlie Sheen, but this is London, bro
 She's the baddest on the scene (Hahahaha)
 Heard she's tryna stay clean
 But she's only nineteen, sniffin' lots of blow
 And she's got a big dream, but she barely knows it
 Why, why, why can I never find you?
 Time after time you would leave me in the blue
 Left me here with no clue, all my life
 I was always into you, you was meant to have my youth, girl
 Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
 Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
 Tellin' lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
 You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
 Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
 Tellin' lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
 You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 She say, "Don't you got some room on the twenty-first floor?"
 I know how New York is
 You can buzz me up and wear me out like a button down
 I know how you like it
 When you hit me up, I hit you back up in record time
 'Cause you got the Cara Delevingne (I know how you like it)
 I think I just saw her at Erewhon, never mind
 Baby, come be my yellow heart
 Won't you come be my yellow, ma'?
 Why, why-y could I never find you?
 Time after time you would leave me in the blue
 Left me here with no clue, all my life
 I was always into you, you were meant to have my youth
 Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
 Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
 Telling lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
 You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Open eye like I really wanna see more (Yeah)
 Up and down every night like a see-saw (Yeah)
 Tellin' lies like I really wanna be yours (Yeah)
 You change the tide (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Yeah, I think she likes me
 5'5", size six in the Ice Creams
 Swear she's not a hypebeast
 Yellow smile when she glows like a light beam
 I think she might be a ten
 She like Spike Lee, tight jeans and prep
 Want her to be my pipe dream again
 Want her to be my type, please
 Why, why, why can I never find you?
 Time after time you would leave me in the blue
 Left me here with no clue, all my life
 I was always into you, you was meant to have my youth, girl (Ooh)
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 Oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Will you be my yellow?
 Will you be my yellow? Will you be my yellow?
 Will you be my yellow? Will you be my yellow?