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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Gonçalves Samper
Composer
Ben Goldberg
Songwriter
Brian Nox Eisner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SEVENAGN
Producer
Brian Nox Eisner
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day
I don't spoon, but room service don't play
Every blue moon, people assume that I pray
'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day
Good afternoon, I got a room for the night
Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite
Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight
Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight
[Verse 1]
Good morning, America
Girl, don't act like it ain't normal to stare at ya
She told me she got six bodies before me
I'm sure she does, let's call it body dysmorphia
Fill her with kids like the cast of Euphoria
Bible on top and the cash in the drawer above
I'm in her organs, so she call me Portland or Astoria
Eye of the storm, I'm in the cornea
If I look down, just tell 'em, "Pour me up"
Pistol in my brodie's bag, if you press him
His bag will start talkin' just like Dora's was
Swiper, no swipin' like my card declined
Made a ten, do a split, I guess it's now a five
Hoodie so big, I look like store ran out my size
Put your soul in the air like shoes on power lines
[PreChorus]
Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her, I dumped her and moved to L.A
He wanna be me so bad that his impression of me just blew me away
I slept around 7, I woke around 3 and it feel like it's noon at 8
I left my children on top of her temple, I gave 'em a room to pray
[Chorus]
Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day
I don't spoon, but room service don't play
Every blue moon, people assume that I pray
'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day
Good afternoon, I got a room for the night
Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite
Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight
Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight
[Verse 2]
Two fingers in her like we made a truce
I can't call my woman boo 'cause I might get confused and she know I don't like her like booze
Put my dog on TV 'til he feel like he Clifford or Scoob
Industry saw me how Brady left Patriots
I didn't lose since I came out the blue
My dude up to something, but I'm down for anything
Like fuck society, my crowd is menacing
The bike is motored, that's without the pedaling
She down on one knee, that's without the wedding ring
Metal 'bove his waist, that's without the belly ring
He showed the ropes to me without the wrestling
You gave your homies up without the questioning
You turnin' 12, like what the fuck eleven bring?
[PreChorus]
Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her, I dumped her and moved to L.A
He wanna be me so bad that his impression of me just blew me away
I slept around 7, I woke around 3 and it feel like it's noon at 8
I left my children on top of her temple, I gave 'em a room to pray
[Chorus]
Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day
I don't spoon, but room service don't play
Every blue moon, people assume that I pray
'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day
Good afternoon, I got a room for the night
Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite
Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight
Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight
Written by: Ben Goldberg, Brian Eisner, Daniel Gonçalves Samper