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[Intro: Blackbear]
(90210, 90210)
[Verse 1: Blackbear]
What are you yellin' for youâre screaming out your lungs all day and night
I canât control a girl like you
She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne
I canât mold a girl like you
In all designer to remind ya
You canât buy her, just her clothes
Canât define her, canât design her
In the 90210
[Chorus: Blackbear]
I canât find her, I canât find her
In the 90210
In the 90210
[Verse 1 + Chorus]
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, uh
Reverb on guitar plucks
Cigarettes and Starbucks
And her line of credit's high
High as the line gets her that her credit card cuts
So in love with the scene, uh
So in love with being seen
Probably itâs time to intervene
But she doesnât care, so she keep the party goin' in the meantime
Till it's all over, she canât rewind
If she gets her fix well then sheâs fine
I should prolly hit her with the peace sign
Says she wants me and I fall for it each time
Sheâs aware sheâs a bad chick
Studyin' in FIDM cuttin' fabric
I really think her soul's made of plastic
End of the story is inevitably tragic
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: Blackbear]
[Outro: Blackbear]
90210, 90210
Yeah, yeah
I need you, come get it
I need you, I need you
Come find it, come find it