This is going to be very, very interesting
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up DT
DTF DTLA
101 when I’m on my way
Runnin’ over bitches like GTA
Just to see your face, it’s gon’ get late
DTF DTLA
ETA for PDA
“P” for “penthouse”, push to play
DTLA
Oh my God, all you bitches ran through
So I spray more perfume
Made it to his bedroom
We’re the only ones up here
All night long
Now my innocence gone
He gon’ lay that pipe down
While he play that Drake song
DTLA, yeah
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up DTL
Peacoat with the fur
‘Cause my neck is all “ice”
And my low-rise jeans
Pull up to your high rise
My shawty tall
Supermodel, he could walk for Dior
Elevator take it up to your floor
Sign that NDA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTL, yeah
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Way up, DTLA
Peacoat with the fur
‘Cause my neck is all “ice”
And my low-rise jeans
Pull up to your high rise
My shawty tall
Supermodel, he could walk for Dior
Elevator take it up to your floor
Detour
Way up
Way up
Way up
Way up, DTLA
Screaming out the penthouse
Nobody can hear me
There’s only clouds
There’s only clouds
Screaming from the high rise
And I don’t even know your name
DTL
Such a long way down
Oh, it’s such a long way down, yeah
My tears don’t touch the ground
Such a long way down
Such a long way down
Other lyrics by Kim Petras:
101
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Basketball
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Bitch Ball Out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out I can get you off the casting couch From the penthouse to the underground Let me show you what it’s all about I got it going on …
Brutalist
Yeah Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah There was a building there and it was brutalist And it was beautiful, it was my favorite But it’s not there no more, because they tore it …
Check It
Check it, check it, check it, check it The gloss on my lips Check it, check it, check it, check it And the fit of my jeans Check it, check it, check it, check it And the …