Lyrics Zendaya (Slowed + Reverb) - Boro

So high right now I feel like Zendaya
Glitter dripping from my eyes, baby send up a prayer
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
If the motherfucker show up, then bitch it's on sight
Tell him stop tempting me I'm kickin his ass
Jesus on the sideline, he wanting a tag
He looking for the finisher
Baby boo cheering, ass thicker than the michelin
Get a coffee from the line, I be dunking on bitches
Goin to Dunkin, getting a caramel swirl for the vigor
Hit up Maxted and Propro, they cook and deliver
I see greatness motherfucker when I look in the mirror

I gotta love me before I love you
You gotta love you before you love me too
It's hard, we gonna make it
It's hard, we gonna make it
I gotta love me before I love you
You gotta love you before you love me too
It's hard, we gonna make it
It's hard, we gonna make it

Pull up outside we can go
Close those suicide doors
We just gotta plug out for a minute
Let's get it
Been stressing, confessing my sins
Gotta think straight if I'm gonna make bands
Just made mine so we making big plans
Cuffing season stopped father time's hands
Making moves since I was a mini-tyke
Took the time to find out if I really cared deep inside
Took the time to find out if the enemy was deep inside
Now it's time to exercise him out
For a minute lost my ground, now I just levitate
What's a seance to a Saiyan who just elevate
Motivated more and more with every broken heart that I receive
And to the ones that I done caused I wish you nothing but reprieve
But it's time now
I was always built different
Always been made to pursue my interests
No matter how many of you try to inhibit
You can break my heart but you'll never break my spirit, like damn

I gotta love me before I love you
You gotta love you before you love me too
It's hard, we gonna make it
It's hard, we gonna make it
I gotta love me before I love you
You gotta love you before you love me too
It's hard, we gonna make it
It's hard, we gonna make it

I'm like Zendaya, I'm still ruing the day that
I let you keep me in with sex, weed, paraphernalia
Gaslighter, passing me the gas lighter
Lotta rememory now bring things to light, yeah
Fake ass letters you made my friends give
Polaroid pictures, and showing up to my digs
Cross-faded, telling friends to send me to you
Made it fucking clear I was trying to forget you
Corner me in my room
Same way this thing started, draining away my passion too
Thank God for Soph, Grace and mom
Thank Kyle for the show and for putting me on
Thank God for Elin, Shannon and Hailey
Remind me I'm going through it, I'm not really failing
Taking time to take these lows, turn 'em to highs
365 no blunt smoke on my mind, it's over

Baby I feel so damn high
Like I'm losing my damn mind
Baby I feel so damn high
Like I'm losing my damn mind