Conde Nast Lyrics

You know I got, its only a matter of time
Before I come and out it on ya
But I've been really so distracted, spending days up with my actress, doing bad shit
But I will not bore ya cause I learnt that
Shit I used to talk just come and get me
Learnt my lesson hard but I guess that's life for ya
At the end of the day, I got my drink
I got my people, if you ever fall, I'm all in for ya

I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down when times get rough
And things get tough
I'ma hold you down

All I want is a million dollars
A million fans with a trillion bottles
Pour 'em out, on the ground
For a billion problems a million nights
On the town trying to kill our sorrows
But I really need is one, lets get it on

You say I'm going straight to hell
I say you might be right
Head in the clouds so you can never tell
So lets find out tonight

She like the fact that I'm conscious
I'm conscious of the fact that you want this
I'm trying think less, if I'm being really honest
Always caught up on these smiles
Like a fucking orthodontist

Now these young libs on campus dress like hippies
I'm so fucking sick of Sydney
Ain't that such a Sydney thing to say
Thank god a couple y'all fucking with me

Like, are you in it for the long haul?
Are you really on right now?
Look, if you keep asking questions
Then you gonna find out

I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down when times get rough
And things get tough
I'ma hold you down

Two in the air for Amy Winehouse
I'm not over it man, time out
Fuck fame and what it does to these kids
MTV already done enough to these kids

On Instagram getting Instafamous
All in the name of entertainment
All smiles in a million of these fucks
Meanwhile you in tears in my crib

See me at the party, say you hate the way look
When I think you look triple a the way you look
That's good credit, meaning you can get it
But I know how easy it gets to forget it

But please don't lose track of that
Your face is cute and your arse is fat
And I know a million people gonna ask for that
But I'm Ivy League, I got class like that

Like, are you in it for the long haul?
Are you really on right now?
Look, if you keep asking questions
Then you gonna find out

I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down
I'ma hold you down when times get rough
And things get tough
I'ma hold you down

Pull the tape out the cassette just
To hear it fall to the ground
Don't you love that sound
When I burn this whole motherfucking
Little place to the ground

And that shit is fire, my whole crew is fire
Rizzy-Raphy boy, this shit is fire
Don't you know it?