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fyl & noaa! - 15 entrées (official music video)

"15 entrées" out now listen: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/fyl... Live at Ptit Ours on January 12th, 2025: https://www.venuepilot.co/events/1h-n... Subscribe to fyl's channel:    / @fylohyeah   Instagram:   / fyl._   Subscribe to noaa!'s channel:   / @imxnoaa   Instagram:   / imxnoaa   Directed by radu. Edited by noaa! Produced by radu., noaa! and fyl Audio credits: Composed by Philip Freud & Noah Lafrance Written and performed by fyl & noaa! ----------------------------- 15 entrées lyrics: (fyl) I can feel it burn up, don't know why I'm stuck on nothing else but you I'm just making sure now, if you want I can leave everything for you Now I'm surrounded by these dark thoughts Cause I work too hard Just tryna get this to your heart Take you out on your kind of date Red wine and 15 entrées You're obsessed by the finer things But somehow it won't get to me You know I ain't got much to give Baby, this ain't how we live (noaa!) Yeah, I've been stuck on you, baby And it's been a minute now You fucked somebody in your crew, baby I don't care about it now I know that you hate me lil baby I know that you want me six feet in the ground Yeah, I know that you like me lil baby I know that you like see me coming around Yeah, okay, want me to pull up your party Yeah, okay, told shawty give me the addy Yeah, okay, told her get rid of that perky Yeah, okay, and she like me like nobody else And my eyes stuck on her body, yeah And her mind is stuck on what's under my belt My mind is wondering how the fuck she felt When she Danced, danced, danced Danced, danced, danced Danced, danced, danced Danced, danced, danced (fyl) I can feel it burn up, don't know why I'm stuck on nothing else but you I'm just making sure now, if you want I can leave everything for you Now I'm surrounded by these dark thoughts Cause I work too hard Just tryna get this to your heart Take you out on your kind of date Red wine and 15 entrées You're obsessed by the finer things But somehow it won't get to me You know I ain't got much to give Baby, this ain't how we live ------------------------