"There's three balls and a strike
Here's the pitch
It's belted deep to center, Revere goes back
Jumps at the wall, and it's gone"

Yeah, isn't it amazin' how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication?
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincin'
How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different"
Oh, oh, the idea is fun
Oh, the idea is fun
Oh, the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for home run every time

Swangin', eyes closed just swangin'
Same city, same friends if you're lookin' for me
Same city, same friends if you're lookin'
I'll be here just swangin'
Don't talk to me like I'm famous
And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae
I'm just tryna connect with somethin', bae
Yeah, swangin', ayy

She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power, yeah
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinkin' and drivin' in an 18-wheeler
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She used to say, "You can be whoever you want, even yourself"
Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myself
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Wish you would learn to love people and use things
And not the other way around

Swangin', eyes closed just swangin'
Same city, same friends if you're lookin' for me
Same city, same friends if you're lookin'
I'll be here just swangin', ayy
Don't talk to me like I'm famous, ayy
And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae
I'm just tryna connect with somethin', baby
I'll be here, just swangin' (ayy, ayy)

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here 'fore the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 East
And exit at Markham Road in the east end
Where all the pretty girls are sleepin'
My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend
Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends
Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stoppin' for gas this late
'Cause there's niggas creepin and not like how we're creepin'
Summer is comin' know you could feel it
Twenty on pump whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours"
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfuckin' way swangin'

Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there just swangin'
I'll be there just swangin'
I treat you good, girl, like you're famous
I know I'm late it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there, yeah, yeah
I'm on the road right now swangin', girl, yeah

Oh, oh
Oh, oh Writer/s: Anthony Palman, Aubrey Graham, Kenza Samir, Noah Shebib, Ross Birchard
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
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