Lyrics Superstitious - Gypsy Jones

Turn my regret to a private jet
Turn this recklessness to a check just yet
What's a cry for help to the city of the deaf?
You superstitious? Third time's a charm
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
You superstitious? Third time's a charm
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

Superstitious, baby
You superstitious?

Dio y diavolo both tryna win my heart
I'm a whole lotta woman
Still can't split my attention apart
I'm either sinning or winning
It's time for my new beginning
Where I got so much money that it fills up the hole in my heart
I'ma do everything you say I can't
I'm in my cups, yea I stay on that drank
Just left the club, crash the whip straight into the bank
'Cause I got the grip to clean up every mess that I make
(To clean up every mess that I make)

Turn my regret to a private jet
Turn this recklessness to a check just yet
What's a cry for help to the city of the deaf?
You superstitious? Third time's a charm
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

They only tell you be to calm 'cause they can't hang
They only tell you to be humble 'cause they ain't great
They only tell me to be quiet 'cause they can't sing
What if I'm never a better woman 'cause I can't not be a flame?