Feels like I'm time shifting: Special K, white widow, Winehouse and Hayes
Ketamine colors a rave, heavenly riding the wave
Botanicals blazed dipped in her pond for a bathe then fix a sandwich and fade, Bae this platonic relate
She straight but I stray, Creme de la creme but she cray
But shit we straight what I say
Indifferent the pages may lay
But choices remain, metals imported from Spain, lobster I ordered in Maine; I bet you would have enjoyed the plane
HiFi living float gilling flow liquid four women pour up liquor how I'm supposed to get it
Too many feelings got me fiending for life and I'd be a goddamn fool just to settle today
Caribbean bays, blow uncontestable strains
Incredible views through exceptional frames
Exulted with praise, models and bottles for days, inconspicuous nigga move in impeccable ways
Polished by the soul of the 70's, free love, black power, peace everything
I used to want to move my family out to Beverly, we in the valley kitty corner to depravity
I never tried to chase the carrot held ahead of me
Lifes a race of time, the pace is for longevity
If life's a bitch give me her face I'll fuck it heavily
That's how my niggas do it, that's how I better be
Slick talk with a limp walk yet they both proper
My denim just a dollar niggas still jock him
Hella blunts in the roti niggas still sparking
Smoke vanish through swiss voli, some ill cotton
Ecstasy to me a chick when she pill poppin'; Bonkers! Eric Foreman, kitty I kill often in loft settings: two dope bitches with dick problems My net worth a bag of work, that's a big problem
I want to live a lie, waking up to a blunt liquor and women that's fucking niggas for easy rides
I want to feel like her loving towards me is for me, but fuck it shorty I'm horny so bust it like empty 40's
And no time for the foreplay the paparrazzi at doorway
They prying for privates; show my ass, they dying in the glory
Where white bitches with corgis and white be asking for orgies is boring
Great times make for better stories
Ketamine colors a rave, heavenly riding the wave
Botanicals blazed dipped in her pond for a bathe then fix a sandwich and fade, Bae this platonic relate
She straight but I stray, Creme de la creme but she cray
But shit we straight what I say
Indifferent the pages may lay
But choices remain, metals imported from Spain, lobster I ordered in Maine; I bet you would have enjoyed the plane
HiFi living float gilling flow liquid four women pour up liquor how I'm supposed to get it
Too many feelings got me fiending for life and I'd be a goddamn fool just to settle today
Caribbean bays, blow uncontestable strains
Incredible views through exceptional frames
Exulted with praise, models and bottles for days, inconspicuous nigga move in impeccable ways
Polished by the soul of the 70's, free love, black power, peace everything
I used to want to move my family out to Beverly, we in the valley kitty corner to depravity
I never tried to chase the carrot held ahead of me
Lifes a race of time, the pace is for longevity
If life's a bitch give me her face I'll fuck it heavily
That's how my niggas do it, that's how I better be
Slick talk with a limp walk yet they both proper
My denim just a dollar niggas still jock him
Hella blunts in the roti niggas still sparking
Smoke vanish through swiss voli, some ill cotton
Ecstasy to me a chick when she pill poppin'; Bonkers! Eric Foreman, kitty I kill often in loft settings: two dope bitches with dick problems My net worth a bag of work, that's a big problem
I want to live a lie, waking up to a blunt liquor and women that's fucking niggas for easy rides
I want to feel like her loving towards me is for me, but fuck it shorty I'm horny so bust it like empty 40's
And no time for the foreplay the paparrazzi at doorway
They prying for privates; show my ass, they dying in the glory
Where white bitches with corgis and white be asking for orgies is boring
Great times make for better stories
( Cody DeCamry )
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