How To Build A Relationship Lyrics - Flume

Jungle juice music 

Uh, new whips, new whips, uh 

New whip with the top, woah 

Hold up, not even 

New whip with the top dropped (Uh) 

Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh) 

I ain't got no million dollar deals 

I still make hits 

These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit 

I'm not with it, scope wide 

I got good vision 

I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran 

You niggas too timid 

A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sipping 

Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinning 

Fuck is you talking about? I'm into giving coffins out 

I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out 

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I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah) 

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (No) 

Fresh smile, gold tooth 

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood 

Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you 

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid 

Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh 

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood 

I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doing 

Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan 

First nigga put you on the ropes, had you looking like a ghost 

'Cause you in my heart but you not moving, nigga 

Look, fuck is you, uh 

Fuck is you vlogging 'bout? 

These niggas actin' stalker now 

I follow you, you follow me, we riding in circles now 

Look, it's a crime mob family 

Guns at the Gawker house 

These arms extended 

I'm not giving daps out 

Pounds, pounds, pounds 

Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground 

Bitch, I love it 

Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it 

I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money 

I ain't got no fuckin' digits 

Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib 

You can call me but Peggy-taker 

'Cause I can't let these niggas- 

Aw, fuck! 

Yeah, nigga (Uh) 

You know how the fuck we coming with it (Uh) 

You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous 

JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA 

A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus 

A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation 

A.K.A. Lil World Cup 

And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh 

Uh (Catch me in a cold mood) 

Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number 

(Hahahahaha) 

That's, that's, that's how relationships built 

(Hahahahaha)