Lyrics:

Hey love, I lost you babe
Picking up a penny with a press-on is easier than holding you down
Can't be any harder than holding you up now (now hold)
To come clean, I said
To be real is, to be real is (to come clean is, to come clean)
Probably true what they say about me
Probably came from my inner circle
It usually come from your inner circle
Or lack thereof, and I don't know who I can trust
I've been dropping out, and I've been hanging out with my high friends
And we too stoned to pay attention now (much too cool for 7th grade)
I mean, really it's same me, it's old me, you know? Same shit
I've been on the low-key, grinding (grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding)
Learning on the low-key, shining
Tryin' to keep to myself, but you bring me out of character every time again
Damn Gina, damn Gina
Them jeans, they must be uptight, mama
You need some, get right, mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go get that, get right, mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go 'til you get right, mama
I belong to nobody
Hope it don't bother you, you can mind your business
I belong to nobody, try not to disturb, I mind my business
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no (go Gina, go Gina)