Yeat & Julia Wolf – My Way Lyrics

My Way

Yeat & Julia Wolf

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"My Way." - Yeat & Julia Wolf

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:16 am

Album: ADL

Track No: 08

They pushed me into the well so they could
Drink, drink, drink, sink
They need to see to believe, so I
Sink, sink, sink, sink (Girl, you, girl, you, girl, you, girl, you, girl, you)
Money got me sideways
Life got me sideways
Time got me sideways
I don't got the time to talk, let's do it my way
I went platinum, I want platinum bands, uh (My way)
We won't let you in, fuck what you said, uh (My way, whoa)
Every Sunday, you call up your friends to tell me somethin' (My way)
Had me burn another page outta that book and act like nothin' happened (My way)
I might be out my mind, I might be hallucinatin'
Bad bitch, she want me, they choosin', baby
You gotta take your time, yeah
You gotta make up your mind, yeah
Fuck it, let's ride with the gun
Fuck it, let's ride with the gun, let's chase around
Let's walk with the bad bitch (Uh)
Uh, I'm in the middle of the money like sandwich (The fuck?)
Only girls I fuck with are tens (Uh)
These bitches gon' pull up and suck on that with their friend
Your wifey over here choosin'
We in the Maybach, two times, yeah, caught you cruisin'
Got a drive on me with a gun, bae, bitch confusin'
We don't need to pay for it, baby, we can fuse it
Ooh, ooh
Missing you for life
Ooh, ooh, ooh
It's different every time, got me tryin'
I'm back outside again
I call this bitch and she call up her friend
We hit the club, we could throw a couple bands
So much money, bitch, it don't make no sense
Oh, we do it my way or we don't do it at all, huh
We do it my way or we don't do it at all, huh
My way, pack got me sideways
Pack got me sideways, pack got me sideways (Girl, you)
Money got me sideways
Life got me sideways
Time got me sideways
I don't got the time to talk, let's do it my way
I went platinum, I went platinum bands, uh (My way)
We won't let you in, fuck what you said, uh (My way, whoa)
Every Sunday, you call up your friends to tell me somethin' (My way)
Had me burn another page outta that book
And act like nothin' happened (My way)
I might be out my mind, I might be hallucinatin'
Bad bitch, she want me, they choosin', baby
You gotta take your time, yeah
You gotta make up your mind, yeah

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Lucien Dunne, Jasper Levering, Benjamin Saint Fort, Julia Capello, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni & Ismo Samuel Kari.

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