Do Re Mi - Blackbear (lyrics)

Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hah, yah), oh
It's Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking gla...ss on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it's over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I'ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
(Yeah, yeah)
ha, it's Guwop
Ha, do re mi, baby, don't play me (ha)
I'm a black beatle like Jxmmi, Swae Lee (Jxmmi)
Screaming "Fuck 12" in my brand-new V
Just bought a timepiece for my new dime piece (burr)
When I'm balling, don't stall it, put your all in
Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking (shh)
On the weekend, spending front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinking 'bout a lap dance (damn)
Dealing with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?" (huh?)
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes (yeah)
Brand-new swag, wearing brand-new fashion
That's what you get for doing all that capping
Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping (ya)
This'll make a old legend start back rapping (huh?)
This'll make an ex-con start back trapping
I'ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson (it's Gucci)
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would've stayed in bed
You wake up every day
And make me feel like I'm incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your makeup bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost +