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Big Blue

 

Big Blue

(album: Chaos. - 2021)


At home, pouring rum in a big blue
Come through, we can smoke if you want to
NFS on the whip, blowing gas out
Most wanted on the list when I pull out
If you're looking for me, I be where the beach at
Seeing waves with my girl smoking peach back
8 grams on the wood, fruit roll-up
Talk down, but they never even knew us

I can feel the breeze, marijuana in the sunset
Chilling with my friends, she got Louis on her swimsuit
Mixing up the Icee, feelings that I'm hiding
Sipping Disaronno, stains on my white tee
Bitch I'm Allen Covert, you can call me Alex
And my girl, Samantha, Dante got the gas lit
My thoughts be demonic, going super sonic
Sipping got my feet numb, trying to keep walking
I can hear the wind blow, found her in the distance
Water on my iPhone, in a intermission
Smoking got me froze up, acting like they know us
We can sit awake if you really wanna stay up

If you really wanna stay up
If you really wanna stay up
If you really wanna stay up
If you really wanna stay up

At home, pouring rum in a big blue
Come through, we can smoke if you want to
NFS on the whip, blowing gas out
Most wanted on the list when I pull out
If you're looking for me, I be where the beach at
Seeing waves with my girl smoking peach back
8 grams on the wood, fruit roll-up
Talk down, but they never even knew us

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