fortune

Big Swoop on the boarding call
I’m at a farming yard getting gas, you heard
And what I’m wearing it go stupid, huh
Money comes and goes, no matter who I call
And when I’m sad and shit, I just feel to quit
But I can’t admit, but you’re the one I miss
I wanna be the one, but I can’t commit
Rolly on my wrist, I wave it 'round and shit
And I got cocaina in my nostril
I got plenty some, phone’s is all apple
Not the work I don’t wanna do
Who ever pull the strings to my tangled
I roll a blunt in a foreign
I get the bag, I get a fortune (oh, no, no)
And you can stay 'til it’s boring
But don’t talk in the morning
I roll a blunt in a foreign (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I get the bag, I get a fortune (oh, no, no)
And you can stay 'til it’s boring (true)
But don’t talk in the morning
Your girl the type of girl to wear a low-top when it’s winter out
I’m the type of guy to always rock a backpack
That’s what it’s all about
Don’t touch me, I don’t like to get dirty
Pretty sure you got herpes
On vacation in Turkey
It’s getting turnt when I pull up to the party
1AM, it’s a little too early
I roll a blunt in a foreign (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I get the bag, I get a fortune (oh, no, no)
And you can stay 'til it’s boring (true)
But don’t talk in the morning