Pangea Lyrics by Dominic Fike
Champagne is cheap, this broad is not
A bride, we share a kiss now
Don’t weep for me, Dom P was cheap
Half empty flutes of Cristal
What’s in this box? Expensive watch or Pandora Pangea?
Dropped out ’cause it was futile
See ya
Hey, made in his image
Tried staying in discipline
Instead bending the edges
Looking for one night
But I stay away from double A, I think it’s trite
I don’t knock nobody
I don’t even go up the street for a cup of ice
If I fuck it up I’m going back to the hood
I stay on the fire like she axe split wood
I stay up all night just like a crackhead would
‘Cause if I fuck it up I’m going back to the—
Ayy, your hood is where my heart is (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
In your dingy ass apartment (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
I was nervous thirteen floors ago (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Now I’m like, “Let me in, and let me in, and let me in, and let me in” (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
And every day I tell ya, “You should leave alone your dresser ‘fore you put on too much pressure” (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
But she never listen, never listen, never listen, never, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Champagne is cheap, this broad is not
A bride, we share a kiss now
Don’t weep for me, Dom P was cheap
Half empty flutes of Cristal
What’s in this box? Expensive watch or Pandora Pangea?
Dropped out ’cause it was futile
See ya
Yeah, sinning and spending
Spending to minimize the blowback
I’m on road tracking to be trending like Labubus on Coach bags
In heaven, two-stepping with no sign of a toe tag
But I just want to see you with no frills and no mask
And you keep on running from me, baby, you nomad
I just want to make sure you know that I’ve got this, you’ve got that
We’ve got something good together
Ayy, your hood is where my heart is (Da-da-da-da-ayy; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
In your dingy ass apartment (Da-da-da-da-ayy; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
I was nervous thirteen floors ago (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Now I’m like, “Let me in, and let me in, and let me in, and let me in” (Da-da-da-da-ayy; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
And every day I tell ya, “You should leave alone your dresser ‘fore you put on too much pressure” (Da-da-da-da-ayy; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
But she never listen, never listen, never listen, yeah (Da-da-da-da-ayy; Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Champagne is cheap, this broad is not
A bride, we share a kiss now
Don’t weep for me, Dom P was cheap
Half empty flutes of Cristal
What’s in this box? Expensive watch or Pandora Pangea?
Dropped out ’cause it was futile
See ya
