Miraa May and Jorja Smith - Hard For It

(Can you take the click off?)
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah (uh, uh)

Shining like the rock up in my timepiece
I just needed you to try remind me that them broke boys ain't my YGs
You could never be my sidepiece
I just need some smoke up on the side, will you hold me up by my sidepiece?
Come close, come sit beside me, don't let me go, please hold me tightly
Please don't you switch up sides like Miley
You a legend just like Kobe, need you to get to know me

Baby, I'm down for you
Eyes tell nothing but lies
Baby, don't knock on his door, please value your time
Babe, know I know it's sometimes lonely in the night
I've been on the climb, knowing that it's all in time

If you love something you gotta fight hard for it (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Turn them up then turn the track down (track down)
I feel like I've gotten too high for you (too high)
I don't know if I can get down
Bet you wanna know if I got it, bet you wanna go and work now
If you love her then you gotta work hard for it, time after time

Yeah, now I'm shining like the rock up in my timepiece
I don't need you to come remind me that I'm bad
I come icey with the bag, yeah
I come get the check, yeah
You know how I run it and I don't take disrespect
Fuck your rep, step on your neck like how I did back in the ends
I ain't got no time to run it by you
You ain't got what I require, it's not fair
Come like back in the years
I move like a fighter when it's time
I get it poppin' all the time, you know I'm down

Most of the time, spending all my life on him
Most of the time, circles, I think that I'm getting tired of him
Most of the time, wishing and hoping that you would lie on me
Wishing and hoping, then run him over when I'm done with him, done with him

If you love something you gotta fight hard for it
Turn them up then turn the track down (turn them up and turn the track down)
I feel like I've gotten too high for you
I don't know if I can get down (yeah, yeah)
Bet you wanna know if I got it, bet you wanna go and work now
If you love her then you gotta work hard for it, time after time (time after)

(Time after, time after)
Whoa (time after)
Yeah, huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Time-time, time
Got my bag, yeah
Let me get it, blow your mind after
With a bag, yeah
Oh, shit
My ears are done up
Shit (I mean)

Written by:
Amira Benameur, Jorja Smith, Ronald Banful

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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