DROP

(álbum: buries - 2017)

One on my tongue
Wait, wait, I don't want to
Don't feel a thing, oh well, think I need two
Two for the road
I'll just say it's for you
Dropping
Dropping
Ayy
Now you dropping you can't feel that shit
Sometimes feel like Steven Spielberg horror seems to fill my fix
Hoe I'm trynna feel dem tits, my bad that's just it kicking in
Falling on the floor but I can't help it no I can't resist
Baby baby girl I love you, love you
Let's just go and have some kids
Get the fuck a fuck away from me, I don't know who you is
Where the fuck the fuck my phone at
I think that my mama called
What u, what u mean I haven't moved or even made a sound
(Yeah)

Hands inside the ride
It's too late to call it quits
Feel like we going slow
We only on hour six
Damn what I get into
I feel like a fucking fool
Jump inside that fucking uh

Yeah it's a doctor
Test it like you a proctor
Oh she wanna pop but, she probably won't do it proper
Pop up somewhere later
Private population
I been peaking two damn times
Don't know last time I've 8-10 [?]
Yeah 4-10 we got a problem
Yes Houston got a problem
Keep on popping these popper wheelies and boy you bound to pop em yeah
No stopping, they watching, fuck it we still ain't stopping
Crash the whip the first we lit up, we had to duck and dodge em damn
A nigga throwing up
Can't even hold it up
I know they know it's us
I don't know who to trust
They tell me cough it up
I couldn't cough it up
Cus I was coughing up
Open the coffin up