[Lyric] Aromas (Jeff Porter & David Ryan)

Hook 1:

Not tryna go home, can I please stay over
You’ll be my main focus, I’ll roll one for both us
Your ex man is so suss, might try to control us
I’m hot like the solstice, I love these aromas
Take a shot and I’ll have a Corona
Take the bus and we’ll visit the MoMA
I like your company but I’m a loner
I’m sorry baby girl, I’m a stoner


Verse 1 (Jeff):

You just an actor, I set the scene, I drink tequila not Hennessy
Y’all fake as fuck like wrestling, I bring value like NFTS
Want ownership, want equity, new chick, she from Miami
She hot likе chicken from Tennessee, Ella mе dijo ven aquí
Le dije mamí sí que lo que, Vamano, hoy se bebe
I’m bilingual, I’m not simple, I’m only focused on my mental
Your little flow ain't shit to me, you triple A, I’m in a different league
You washed up, like Mr. T, I’m busy making some history
Verse 2 (David):

Aura bright, I’m a high beam, laser focused my eyes keen
Eyes low, I need visine, I lost Mom, not even thirteen
Twelve years, I was pre-teen, I need a depression vaccine
Me and Jeff, we tag team, light it up like some kerosene
Wrap it up, we’ve seen better things, we’ve heard better things
Ten years I’ll be a veteran, need several rings, bring several friends
Make sure the night never ends, snap the pic on another lens
Eddie mixing on many stems, me and Jeff we got many gems




Hook 2:

Not tryna go home, can I please stay over
You’ll be my main focus, I’ll roll one for both us
Your ex man is so suss, might try to control us
I’m hot like the solstice, I love these aromas
Take a shot and I’ll have a Corona
Take the bus and we’ll visit the MoMA
I like your company but I’m a loner
I’m sorry baby girl, I’m a stoner

Verse 3 (Jeff):

Goin crazy y’all know that, think I might need some Prozac
Jeans black like Kodak, new shorty she so bad
Going hard in my Dark Mochas, so handsome and the flow crack
I’m a Green Beret, and you a small soldier, I suck at limbo, cuz the bar’s lowered
I raise it up, I take it from ya, I throw it deep like Brady bruh
Like A$AP, I got a fuckin’ problem, I own my masters like Dustin Johnson
I gotta get me that green jacket, You a Papa Doc, I’m a B-Rabbit
I’m a honor roll, you a C average, I’m authentic, you a lame bruh
You a Madoff, you a Jake Paul, I ain’t even in a race with y’all
Face it y’all, you playin basic ball, I’m on the block like I’m eight feet tall
I keep on floatin’, I keep on writin’, you a fuckin’ gnome and I’m a fuckin’ titan
I don’t wanna have to resort to violence, gotta show y’all I’m the fuckin’ nicest
Pissed off, yeah I’m fuckin’ steamin, Wolf of Wall Street, I ain’t fuckin’ leavin’
Run this shit like I’m Willie Beamin, new fans, I gotta fuckin’ legion
Kill the game, I gotta fuckin’ reason, drink tonight, yeah fuck tomorrow
This my style and it’s never borrowed, What’s Poppin’, Jack Harlow

Hook 3:

Not tryna go home, can I please stay over
You’ll be my main focus, I’ll roll one for both us
Your ex man is so suss, might try to control us
I’m hot like the solstice, I love these aromas
Take a shot and I’ll have a Corona
Take the bus and we’ll visit the MoMA
I like your company but I’m a loner
I’m sorry baby girl, I’m a stoner