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ant beale - peter pan lyrics

[intro]
yeah
db in this b+tch, man
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i ain’t ever run from sh+t but i do run toward them bands
i took the bread from advance, put that sh+t back for my brand
yeah, they too accustomed to hate, these boys could never bе great
i fell in love with thе cake, i fell in love with the cake
i never fold on my bros, that sh+t is not in my code (mhm)
i fell in love with the road, i’m sorry, i’m not comin’ home (mhm)
first single just went gold, 500,000 copies sold
i can’t be doing sh+t rogue, i gotta keep this sh+t low

[chorus]
what i like to say about haters, they just secret fans
‘fore i had the bimmer, i was on the peter pan (yeah, yeah)
dumb b+tch tried to f+ck me, already know she f+cked my man (yeah, yeah)
don’t know why the boy still talkin’, when i slid, he ran (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
you look like you taste like cinnamon toast crunch
i wanna nibble on your body
i’m gon’ l!ck it like my blunt, it remind me of some biscotti
i’m in the stu’, i’m pouring up, but it’s not lean inside my body
you take one sip up out my cup, you gon’ feel it inside your whole body

[bridge]
i’m gon’ pull up to your window when it’s night time
(pullin’ up to your window, pullin’ up to your window)
i’m gon’ get you high and fly you through the night sky
(pullin’ up to your window, pullin’ up to your window)
i’m gon’ pull up to your window when it’s night time
(pullin’ up to your window, pullin’ up to your window)
i’m gon’ get you high and fly you through the night sky
(pullin’ up to your window, pullin’ up to your window)

[chorus]
what i like to say about haters, they just secret fans
‘fore i had the bimmer, i was on the peter pan (peter pan)
dumb b+tch tried to f+ck me, already know she f+cked my man (my man, yeah, yeah)
don’t know why the boy still talkin’, when i slid, he ran (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3]
i ain’t ever run from sh+t but i do run toward the bands
i took that sh+t from the bands, put that sh+t back for my bread
yeah, they too accustomed to hate, people can never be great
i fell in love with the cake, i fell in love with the cake
[chorus]
what i like to say about haters, they just secret fans
‘fore i had the bimmer, i was on the peter pan
dumb b+tch tried to f+ck me, already know she f+cked my man (my man)
don’t know why the boy still talkin’, when i slid, he ran (yeah)

[outro]
what i like to say about haters, they just secret fans
‘fore i had the bimmer, i was on the peter pan (yeah, yeah)
dumb b+tch tried to f+ck me, already know she f+cked my man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
don’t know why the boy still talkin’, when i slid, he ran (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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