Killer Queen

Written by Noah Davis, Matt Ferree, Jack Newsome, Casey Cook, and Darius Coleman

Produced by Matt Ferree

Fuck Flowers

F U Anthem

Bad Things

Written by Noah Davis, Jason Hahs, Stela Cole, Austin Armstrong, and Nicki Adamsson
Produced by Austin Armstrong

Jack & Phil

Do It Like A Girl

Lyrics:

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

12-20 mm’s on my lash (wispy)
Apple bottom-m’s on my ass (crispy)
Chevy truck parked in the lot with bout 5-0 stacks of my cash (fifty)
Ain’t gotta tell you what's in my cup (whiskey)
Might be sum, but I ain’t drunk (tipsy)
Keep the pressure tucked
Don’t excite me
I’ll make it spray from the trunk (misty)
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font yeah

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

They say I put the Yee to the Haw
Yo girl got you crying at yo mee-to-the-maw’s
Ain’t heard? I be moving like I’m free from the law
Shotgun got me rocking like a see-to-the-saw, and it see in the dark
Got a God, her name Christina
My middle name is Tina
Go down for some water, have you sipping on sangria
I can take you on the road
Maybe do a do-si-do
Keep a horse on my back so we'on’t need a rodeo
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah
I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

Outskirts



[Verse 1]
Got my pen and my sketchbook out,
Sitting at this bench, in this old park.
Quarter past four, just a lil' doodle,
...But I couldn’t stuck on a dot...
Started thinkin' of you, and... just like that...

My hands start to move, sketchin' you.
Why do I see us two?
Every time I draw, I’m thinkin' of you.
We’re over, but I still wanna
See you in everything I do. (ohhhh oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I hate that you show up in all that I love,
Trying hard to erase what we had,
But I’d have to stay still, not move at all.

[Chorus]
I'm still thinkin' 'bout you after all,
Friends call me a fool,
This notebook, full of songs 'bout you.
Still thinkin' of you after all,
It's been a while, still thinkin' of you (ohhh)

It’s not that I’m not trying to forget you,
I blame the things I love they remind me of you.

[Verse 2]
Got my notebook today,
Was gonna write a song, maybe
'Bout stars and the moon...or you.
Out of the blue, I’m thinkin' of you.
How could this be? I don’t know.
Thinkin' 'bout writing a song 'bout me and you.

Here I am again, mind and heart at play,
Singin' a song 'bout yesterday,
Over for a while, still writing songs 'bout you.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s crazy how you appear 
In every line, it’s like you’re still here. (Ohhh ohh-ohh)

[Chorus]
I'm still thinkin' 'bout you after all.
Friends call me a fool,
This notebook, full of songs 'bout you. (ohh)
Still thinkin' of you after all,
It's been a while, still thinkin' of you.

It’s not that I’m not trying to forget you,
I blame the things I love they remind me of you.

[Bridge]
Ohh-oh, said I'm movin' on,
But every page brings me back to you.

[Outro]
Ooh-oh, still writing songs 'bout you,
Just me and my pen, this heartache in view.
Maybe someday, I’ll find something new.
All the things I love, without you… ohh.




Still Thinkin 'Bout You

It's Not That Deep

Fuck Feelings

Fuck Being Sober

Written by Noah Davis, Nicole Timms, Matt Ferree, Austin Armstrong
Produced by Matt Ferree

Better Than Ur Ex

Noah Davis