"strangers" lyrics
No we not strangers anymore
No we not!
No we not strangers anymore
No we not
Okay, lets go!
No, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
No, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
Keys to your dad's whip
Hoping we don't crash it
She don't like no strings
Yea, we don't do well wit attachments
Okay, you through I'mma catch it
Got my heart, yeah you are the baddest
All her shit is natural
Her body nothing plastic
Okay, who dat boy?
That's not my homie
Got model bitches
Dancing on me
Off the '42
I'm moving slowly
With my bros
I'm never lonely
Don't say you in love now
Only go out when the sun down
I'm feeling like I bossed up
Turn my idol to a son now
You finally got me out the way
I ran all out of shit to say
But it's fine
Oh, woahhh
I won't leave you behind
Yeah, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
No we not!
No we not strangers anymore
No we not
Okay, lets go!
No, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
No, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
Keys to your dad's whip
Hoping we don't crash it
She don't like no strings
Yea, we don't do well wit attachments
Okay, you through I'mma catch it
Got my heart, yeah you are the baddest
All her shit is natural
Her body nothing plastic
Okay, who dat boy?
That's not my homie
Got model bitches
Dancing on me
Off the '42
I'm moving slowly
With my bros
I'm never lonely
Don't say you in love now
Only go out when the sun down
I'm feeling like I bossed up
Turn my idol to a son now
You finally got me out the way
I ran all out of shit to say
But it's fine
Oh, woahhh
I won't leave you behind
Yeah, we not strangers anymore
Woke up on the floor
No more parties in LA
You left that bullshit at the door
You not like the other ones
Yea, you want something more
She like everything about me
I'm the one the she adore
Writer(s): John Ong, Liam Magrini, Eric George Lopez, Zachary Nabil Webster
