Photo ID Lyrics by Remi Wolf & Dominic Fike
Ahaha, hahaha, shit, no
Oh, fuck
Aw, man, tell the label
Tell the label
New week, no sleep, no key, I lost 'em in the street
And no, I can't see without you
Billy and Badu, I'll follow you into any room
'Cause I can't hear without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be
Bitch, you fell asleep too fast
I want my money back
But I can't deal without you
Stuck behind your beat, I kick my feet up
You're so mean
But I can't dream without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness (Yeah, ahaha), caught you sippin' on lean (Aight, pictures of my)
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, okay, okay)
Aight, pictures of my friends on my Instagram
And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans
And visuals in these frames look better
Than the ones that she posted on Facebook
I'm ready when you wanna point that, shoot that, pop that
Polaroid that, screw that, chop that lean
The shit that only happened in my wildest dreams
The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens
And now we tryna stream consciousness (Ayy)
Baby, you be tryna stream songs like this
I told you I just want to remember this
I told you I be tryna create memories
But everybody 'round me want a check
Only thing that keep me out of that bag full of that white
Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk
Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in bed
Is the photos on the wall back when we had it all
So I be tryna keep track of it (Ayy)
Catch and then it vanish like a magic trick (Ayy)
'Specially when you was on Xans and shit (Ayy)
Truthfully, I don't even understand that shit, another stanza
My bitch an actor, my homie managin', makin' sure that they payin' us
I'm just a natural when it come to pickin' the brands up
And I'm only twenty-five, G
Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID (Fuck)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be
Ahaha, hahaha, shit, no
Oh, fuck
Aw, man, tell the label
Tell the label
New week, no sleep, no key, I lost 'em in the street
And no, I can't see without you
Billy and Badu, I'll follow you into any room
'Cause I can't hear without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be
Bitch, you fell asleep too fast
I want my money back
But I can't deal without you
Stuck behind your beat, I kick my feet up
You're so mean
But I can't dream without you
(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness (Yeah, ahaha), caught you sippin' on lean (Aight, pictures of my)
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, okay, okay)
Aight, pictures of my friends on my Instagram
And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans
And visuals in these frames look better
Than the ones that she posted on Facebook
I'm ready when you wanna point that, shoot that, pop that
Polaroid that, screw that, chop that lean
The shit that only happened in my wildest dreams
The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens
And now we tryna stream consciousness (Ayy)
Baby, you be tryna stream songs like this
I told you I just want to remember this
I told you I be tryna create memories
But everybody 'round me want a check
Only thing that keep me out of that bag full of that white
Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk
Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in bed
Is the photos on the wall back when we had it all
So I be tryna keep track of it (Ayy)
Catch and then it vanish like a magic trick (Ayy)
'Specially when you was on Xans and shit (Ayy)
Truthfully, I don't even understand that shit, another stanza
My bitch an actor, my homie managin', makin' sure that they payin' us
I'm just a natural when it come to pickin' the brands up
And I'm only twenty-five, G
Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID (Fuck)
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be