Go Gina

Hey, love

I lost you, babe

Picking up a penny with a press-on is

Easier than holding you down

Can't be any harder than holding you up now

To come clean, I said

To be real, it's, to be real

It's probably true what they say about me

Probably came from my inner circle

It usually come from your inner circle

Or lack thereof, and I don't know who I can trust

I've been dropping out, and

I've been hanging out with my high friends

And we too stoned to pay attention now

Much too cool for seventh grade

I mean, really it's same me, it's old me

You know? Same shit

I've been on the low key grinding

Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding

Learning on the low key, shining

Trying to keep to myself

But you bring me out of character

Every time again

Damn, Gina, damn, Gina

Them jeans, they must be uptight, mama

You need some get right, mama

Go Gina, go Gina

Go get that get right, mama

Go Gina, go Gina

Go till you get right, mama

I belong to nobody

Hope it don't bother you

You could mind your business

I belong to nobody

Try not to disturb, or

Mind my business

Still works for me, it works for me, no

Go Gina, go Gina (It works for me, it works for me, no)

Still works for me, it works for me, no

Go Gina, go Gina (It works for me, it works for me, no)

Still works for me, it works for me, no

Go Gina, go Gina (It works for me, it works for me, no)

Still works for me, it works for me, no

Go Gina, go Gina (It works for me, it works for me, no)