"Photo ID (Dominic Fike Remix)" lyrics
Remi Wolf & Dominic Fike Lyrics
Tell the label, tell the label
No weed, no sleep, no key
I lost 'em in the street
And no I can't see without you
Billie and Badu
I'll follow you into any room
'Cause I can't hear without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Bitch you fell asleep too fast
I want my money back
But I can't be without you
Stuck behind your beat
I kick my feet up you're so mean
But I can't dream without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Alright pictures of my friends on my Instagram
And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans
And visuals in these frames look better than the ones that she posted on Facebook
I'm ready when you want to point that shoot that pop that Polaroid that
Screw that chop that lean that shit that only happen in my wildest dreams
The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens
And I be tryin' to stream consciousness
Baby you be tryin' to stream songs like this
I told you I just want to remember it
I told you I be tryin' to create memories
But everybody 'round me want a check
Only thing that keep me outta that bag full of that white
Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk
Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in my bed
Is the photos on the wall, back when we had it all
So I've been trying to keep track of it
Catch and it vanish like a magic trick
Especially when we was on xans and shit
Truthfully I don't even understand that shit
Another stanza
My bitch an actor, my homie managing
Making sure that they payin' us
I'm just a natural when it come to making the plans up
And I'm only 25, G
Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Ooh baby turn out the light
You're gonna make my body fight
Ooh baby don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Ooh baby turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fight
Ooh baby don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
No weed, no sleep, no key
I lost 'em in the street
And no I can't see without you
Billie and Badu
I'll follow you into any room
'Cause I can't hear without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Bitch you fell asleep too fast
I want my money back
But I can't be without you
Stuck behind your beat
I kick my feet up you're so mean
But I can't dream without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Alright pictures of my friends on my Instagram
And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans
And visuals in these frames look better than the ones that she posted on Facebook
I'm ready when you want to point that shoot that pop that Polaroid that
Screw that chop that lean that shit that only happen in my wildest dreams
The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens
And I be tryin' to stream consciousness
Baby you be tryin' to stream songs like this
I told you I just want to remember it
I told you I be tryin' to create memories
But everybody 'round me want a check
Only thing that keep me outta that bag full of that white
Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk
Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in my bed
Is the photos on the wall, back when we had it all
So I've been trying to keep track of it
Catch and it vanish like a magic trick
Especially when we was on xans and shit
Truthfully I don't even understand that shit
Another stanza
My bitch an actor, my homie managing
Making sure that they payin' us
I'm just a natural when it come to making the plans up
And I'm only 25, G
Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Ooh baby turn out the light
You're gonna make my body fight
Ooh baby don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Ooh baby turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fight
Ooh baby don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, watch you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Writer(s): Remi Wolf, Jared Solomon, John Kirby
