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Intro:
Black shades, black skin, black shoes
Red eye, full cups, can’t lose
Kick back, turn up, whole crew
Fall down, sit side, come thru
Bring your crew, come thru (x4)
Verse 1:
I’m just young, wild, free on a spending spree
Not talking limousine, more like Applebee’s
You know the beers all craft but the cheese isn’t
Means it’s real mo’fucker, but my ceiling isn’t
Sorry, I been drinking, go ‘head and take a swig
Hari Kari with the potions, does my liver live
Harris Teeter with the broccoli when I get the spins
Staying up all night until the feelings end
Hook:
But you know I’m feeling myself
I mean reflections clear enough, I’ll fall in love with myself
I mean I needed some more bud, but I got high off my smell
I mean that seem ridiculous, but fuck, you’re loving my sound
Verse 2:
Sunday evening in the bed, little tea and tree
Maybe coming off the dome, maybe Maybelline
Maybe I’m just so soda
Once I popped the tab, bubbled over
On the other hand, seems kind of unlikely
On the other hand, dick grip been getting tighter
Motherfuck a plug, always trust I aim higher
If you want to Walter White, you gotta fuck a Skyler
Hook:
But you know I’m feeling myself
I mean reflections clear enough, I’ll fall in love with myself
I mean I needed some more bud, but I got high off my smell
I mean that seem ridiculous, but fuck, you’re loving my sound
Verse 3:
So I blow up my nose up
With powder like donuts
These hoes up, so I’m down
Took a break, but I’m back now
Like anyone cares
Chardonnay with steak
Like man fuck it, they pair
Man fuck it, they scared
Cause everyone is
Reaper got scythe
He’s been chopping for years
Drug riddled asshole, been like this 4 years
But now I open up to you and your friends so you know
Hook:
But you know I’m feeling myself
I mean reflections clear enough, I’ll fall in love with myself
I mean I needed some more bud, but I got high off my smell
I mean that seem ridiculous, but fuck, you’re loving my sound
Bring your crew, come thru
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap