Blackbear 90210, 90210, oh What are you yellin' for? You're screaming out your lungs all day and night I can't control a girl like you She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne I can't mold a girl like you In all designer to remind ya You can't buy her, just her clothes Can't define her, can't design her In the 90210 I can't find her, I can't find her In the 90210, in the 90210 What are you yellin' for? You're screaming out your lungs all day and night I can't control a girl like you She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne I can't mold a girl like you In all designer to remind ya You can't buy her, just her clothes Can't define her, can't design her In the 90210 I can't find her, I can't find her In the 90210, in the 90210 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 it's time to intervene But she doesn't care, so she keep the party goin' in the meantime Till it's all over, she can't rewind If she gets her fix well then she’s fine I should prolly hit her with the peace sign Says she wants me and I fall for it each time She’s aware she’s 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 Blackbear I can't find her, I can't find her In the 90210, in the 90210 90210, 90210, yeah, yeah I need you, come get it I need you, I need you Come find it, come find it