It's a lot going on yo
I might just blow a bag today
Know I say it every day
Hit the strip and dip to Donny Hathaway
And I don't need to reason the ball It could just be Saturday
With a freak bitch swear she a Saint look like a latter day
Lisa Raye or Bonet
I'm moving through the waves I create
Way I surf feel like Kelly Slater in Bape
You been struggling with your lady
She asking me for a date I'm thinking she moving forward
And you just jogging in place
At least you staying in shape right
I'm on her like some brake lights
She crazy with the face and keep her lace tight
Loosely lace the runners these Vomeros keep my base light
And since my first take it ain't been shit that you can skip in sight
First rule to the game, can't be lazy
Niggas is faking cool we putting taxes on wavy
Mack who drew up the play so for that your bastards can pay me
And toss that ugly ass chain
We clearly see that it's plated
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feels so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feel so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
I'm curving all the nonsense
I'm chasing after every palm itch
I'm Oppenheimer to this bomb shit
My aura is immaculate, bask in it
My confidence is massive and you niggas move like masochists
I'm asking if the game is still intact
I got Tens towards the free mind
Pack it got me tree high
Mack in town, It got them bitches buzzing like a beehive
I'm active cause I need mine
You lacking and they lapped you so your place is looking behind
I don't understand the hubris that you niggas present
Or getting enthused by all that bullshit you spit
Your last fit made me sick to my stomach
Your last bitch was a bummer
You left your porch and all you was was a runner
And I wonder if you don't see what we see
It's easy for me to create a picture look like Marshall conceived
I pray with my hands open cuz that's how you receive
The way I click with the water thought I pardoned the sea it's P
Mack Scott - Moonlight (feat. Elle Monae) Lyrics
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It's a lot going on yo
I might just blow a bag today
Know I say it every day
Hit the strip and dip to Donny Hathaway
And I don't need to reason the ball It could just be Saturday
With a freak bitch swear she a Saint look like a latter day
Lisa Raye or Bonet
I'm moving through the waves I create
Way I surf feel like Kelly Slater in Bape
You been struggling with your lady
She asking me for a date I'm thinking she moving forward
And you just jogging in place
At least you staying in shape right
I'm on her like some brake lights
She crazy with the face and keep her lace tight
Loosely lace the runners these Vomeros keep my base light
And since my first take it ain't been shit that you can skip in sight
First rule to the game, can't be lazy
Niggas is faking cool we putting taxes on wavy
Mack who drew up the play so for that your bastards can pay me
And toss that ugly ass chain
We clearly see that it's plated
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feels so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feel so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
I'm curving all the nonsense
I'm chasing after every palm itch
I'm Oppenheimer to this bomb shit
My aura is immaculate, bask in it
My confidence is massive and you niggas move like masochists
I'm asking if the game is still intact
I got Tens towards the free mind
Pack it got me tree high
Mack in town, It got them bitches buzzing like a beehive
I'm active cause I need mine
You lacking and they lapped you so your place is looking behind
I don't understand the hubris that you niggas present
Or getting enthused by all that bullshit you spit
Your last fit made me sick to my stomach
Your last bitch was a bummer
You left your porch and all you was was a runner
And I wonder if you don't see what we see
It's easy for me to create a picture look like Marshall conceived
I pray with my hands open cuz that's how you receive
The way I click with the water thought I pardoned the sea it's P
I might just blow a bag today
Know I say it every day
Hit the strip and dip to Donny Hathaway
And I don't need to reason the ball It could just be Saturday
With a freak bitch swear she a Saint look like a latter day
Lisa Raye or Bonet
I'm moving through the waves I create
Way I surf feel like Kelly Slater in Bape
You been struggling with your lady
She asking me for a date I'm thinking she moving forward
And you just jogging in place
At least you staying in shape right
I'm on her like some brake lights
She crazy with the face and keep her lace tight
Loosely lace the runners these Vomeros keep my base light
And since my first take it ain't been shit that you can skip in sight
First rule to the game, can't be lazy
Niggas is faking cool we putting taxes on wavy
Mack who drew up the play so for that your bastards can pay me
And toss that ugly ass chain
We clearly see that it's plated
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feels so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
Cruising down the street in my six-four
Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo
F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window
Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk
This shit feel so right in the moonlight
F*ck what they say if the grooves right
Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive
I'm curving all the nonsense
I'm chasing after every palm itch
I'm Oppenheimer to this bomb shit
My aura is immaculate, bask in it
My confidence is massive and you niggas move like masochists
I'm asking if the game is still intact
I got Tens towards the free mind
Pack it got me tree high
Mack in town, It got them bitches buzzing like a beehive
I'm active cause I need mine
You lacking and they lapped you so your place is looking behind
I don't understand the hubris that you niggas present
Or getting enthused by all that bullshit you spit
Your last fit made me sick to my stomach
Your last bitch was a bummer
You left your porch and all you was was a runner
And I wonder if you don't see what we see
It's easy for me to create a picture look like Marshall conceived
I pray with my hands open cuz that's how you receive
The way I click with the water thought I pardoned the sea it's P
Writer: Craig Scott
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