Call it a Hustle, Sweetheart - Dacian Miron, Kellin Quinn

To the backseat drivers who haven’t heard a

Storybook with the perfect ending

Something for the masses to keep them guessing

It’s time for us to get down now

Cause we don’t blend with the crowd no

I like me and me for myself

Don’t care about you or nobody else

Appreciate me for the way i am

Unconventional, exotic, exclusive as hell

You said i needed a change so

I said you better just waltz home

I’ll turn them all into believers

A case of the hook line sinker

Don’t care what they say

It means nothing to me

Call it a hustle, sweetheart

Stop and look around

The many scandalous faces

Some claim to know you but

You don’t seem so sure anymore

Think i’m weird cause i’m different?

I find it strange that they’re all the same

I’ll turn them all into believers

A case of the hook line sinker

Don’t care what they say

It means nothing to me

Call it a hustle, sweetheart

Whatever happened to the old me

To the one who fell in love with the art

Right now i’m falling apart

Cause i lost that sense of purpose that started it all

That started it all

Fuck the rise and the fall

It never mattered before

Just my voice in the room

Is all i needed to feel like a star

I wanna feel like i’m alive again

Get me out of my head

And help me start it all over again

I’ll turn them all into believers (start it all over again)

A case of the hook line sinker (start it all over again)

Don’t care what they say (don't care what they say)

It means nothing to me (nothing to me)

Call it a hustle, sweetheart