Lyrics: Ezra Kunze
Music: Ezra Kunze/Rafi Muhammad/Kenny Gabriel/Ankadiov Subran
Ask me how i feel about me, sensational
Ask me how the smoke go round, rotational
Ask me what kinda bags we after, generational
Ask me what kinda pull im feeling, gravitational
We going to four to 6
Double down on food so i dont bust quick
Let her do me wrong, so i can get her right
I whipped it out and now she scared of heights
Put her up a farenheifht
Told her baby care for me carefully
We drinking burgundy
Cos gās is weary
Like is we worthy but **** it
We gon party till august
Like we angles who lawless
Rest in peace to the fallen
If you with the bullshit take it over there
If we gotta handle it lets take it downstairs x2
Golden Hours over Diamond Watches
Flowers for the chain like a maharaja
Ordinary days got the world above us
All the types of waves that we was on, we could make this shit up
Dagger in the back pocket looking like a back boner
Im tryna stay modest, but im feeling like a prime number
I dont write raps only sonnets, i got a wet a jumper
At least thats what she tell me when she ****ing on me half sober, shit
Im on my block boy bop shit
Like Water into a wine we turning pain to champagne
Dont be ****ing up my vibe im tryna enjoy all her shapes
Yeah we got ties in different cities, they know the lineage deep
Pour me a little wave yeah while im working they sleep
**** they expectations, i got aspirations, **** a expiration, we dont believe in limitations
Yeah you know where its at