Tom MacDonald - Never Fall In Love lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Never Fall In Love lyrics]
Yeah turned twenty one in the club with
The motherfucking girls on a Thursday
She just wanna dance
She just wanna get lit barely her way
She don't wanna drink, she
Don't want a blunt
She just wanna fuck them boys up
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
With a dude who could trip
While she do her thing
Late with the red dough all she do is spend
Wippin' in the rental, buyin' for a friend
Livin' on a budget
Turnin' up all week like "fuck it"
Gettin' in too deep, gettin' lucky
Parents got a fortune and they
Never let her touch it
Spend what she make then she
Make money right back
Square one, how you like that?
Text with a man who will write back
Send a booty pic like "yeah
Bet you'll like that, like that"
She don't care about a ring
She just wanna do her thing with it
When they judge all the bitches in the room
She'll always be her own worst critic
Red bottoms with the LV
New purse with the LV
House party out in Long Beach
With her day ones smokin' on hemp trees
Don't get 'em already, on the
Gram, on the Twitter, on the Snapchat
Made back on the man with the cheddar
Bunch of bitches come around but
She kill it now
She turned twenty one in the club with
The motherfucking girls on a Thursday
She just wanna dance
She just wanna get lit barely her way
She don't wanna drink, she
Don't want a blunt
She just wanna fuck them boys up
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
With a dude who could trip
While she do her thing
Old money at the bank still
She livin' at the spot, oh
Got a crib in the Black Hills
But she came from Chicago
She ain't tryna go back, homemade
Lookin' hella paid in a Thursday throwback
She just wanna do what's cool at the moment
Rent a house and a whip but
She never ever owned it
She been fly though, got her eyes low
Got her hair done, nails
Done, lil summertime, post fly though
She just wanna do her thing
She just wanna do her thing
She just want a couch on
Her house on the beach she don't want a kid
She'll be happy with her needs
Let me slide through the crib
All cool with it
You know I'm a fool with it
Freak Imma howl at the moon with it
Break a couple rules in the pool with it
Show you something new with it
Eat it like I shoulda been a food critic
Bend it over in the kitchen at your condo
I know you just wanna do your thing
She turned twenty one in the club with
The motherfucking girls on a Thursday
She just wanna dance
She just wanna get lit barely her way
She don't wanna drink, she
Don't want a blunt
She just wanna fuck them boys up
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
She just wanna do her thing
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
And never fall in love
With a dude who could trip
While she do her thing
And never fall in love