$7 PINTS Lyrics

Craving life like a happy hour

Yeah

Seven dollar pints with my mates

Huh

And twenty dollars for a cut of steak

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Tyla

How'd you do it

How'd you make your music

Bring in a profit

Bring in a profit

Ye

The more I try

The more I seem to fail

I can see a white flag in the grey

A normal life

With a blondie wife

Fantasizing dancing on a foreign stage

At 4PM

In the heat of the day

Jump in the pit

With my friends of a plane

First class

Yeah we can drink champagne

10k fit

Narr bitch

I spent 50k on the chain

Get so famous

I can beef with Drake

Like K.DOT back then

Craving life like a happy hour

Yeah

Seven dollar pints with my mates

Huh

And twenty dollars for a cut of steak

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Yeah I'm average

I can't really spit

I can barely sing

Deep inside

I'm a theatre kid

With a stupid dream

I got bills to pay

And mouths to feed

Feed away

I can see my bread deplete

My homies paid of property

And I'm still acting seventeen

Won't you try and stop the rain

Were blocking out

All our pain

We can chat about our lives

And try and live in yesterday

Just like Lorde with broken ribs

That won't ever be enough

No it won't be the same

Craving life like a happy hour

Yeah

Seven dollar pints with my mates

Huh

And twenty dollars for a cut of steak

Cut

Cut

Cut

Craving life like a happy hour

Yeah

Seven dollar pints with my mates

Huh

And twenty dollars for a cut of steak

Cut

Cut

Cut