Campfire

Lyrics: James Trevejo Music: James Trevejo No beat only sugar Alright try this one Try this one hahaha (Move move ah) (*Mumble*)Uh I'm ain't fall down I don't wanna know I'm fall down Uh I ain't fall down fourth quarter Shorty I'ma ball out Don't go to work baby call out Ain't no waitin' no stall now I'm finna ball out Fourth quarter shorty no call outs Don't go to work baby just call out uh in the bedroom all out Percs on the counter Can't wait to take 'em, blunts on the counter Can't wait to face it Bad lil' b!tch yeah she be my favorite All my songs they all on the playlists I don't really know how to say it but I'ma say it I don't really know if she take it but she can take it I won't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain that b!tch like Sarah Palin Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago Thank god every day for this a miracle In a trap house singing niggas spirituals yeah And Jemima, best believe I'm in the trap goin' entry lining Pull up on 'em with the Rollie that's perfect timing And I guess that means that the stars aligning Uh guns sing like Cece Winans Change sh!t just like the climate Sit back in my seat reclining I call that sh!t perfect timing I'm in another country getting new money My money act depression is blue money Feeling like I had depression I was blue or something Until I smoked a pack and then I blew it somethin' uh uh Listen to the way that I flow on this sh!t is off the top like a wave cap Pull up on the scene you get knocked like the base back Put the Mac 11 bullet where your f*cking face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a b!tch put her face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a b!tch put her face at OK, one last? Yeah, let's do it