Yeah, this should be better
Yea, mm
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Lighting up in this booth
No shootouts in this room
Don't worry bout me i'm good
This cess take me to the moon
Like Dove chocolate it's smooth
Yo shawty with the perfume can I get yo IG?
Out here looking like Blake Lively
I'm tryna picture you beside me
Eric to your Pinciotti, no i'm not
I've tried a lot
Living 20 years, and I still don't trust a thot
I'm Ramsay with the pot
Tom Clancy when I pull recon
Ghosting all, top the charts
You ain't even making top 5
And i'm still broke out here saving dimes
And shout out to the homies that's from Blue Sky Drive
Ash it out the window on the passenger side
Bitch i'm only taking L's when I ride
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Copping shit that you can't afford
Swiping cards got a bank or four
Travel safe in my Honda Accord
Got a bitch in every country round the world
Finna pop up in your city, teleport
Gas you up like that
Give you backstrokes and it hit right back
Play it nice girl no talking back
Ganja blowing in the hotel just tip em' plenty and we're on our way
Out of pocket like loose change
Send my condolences, I've been composing since roses and violets from poems were made
Throwing it back, second grade
Osky and the homie conjured up a melody to knock the kiddies off they feet
But that was like twelve years ago
Talking crazy, sound like fiction
I been known for many words
She like my herb and diction
In da cut, like incision
Indica, by prescription
That blue dream it heal me
My real stoners they feel me
Oscar IV - Teleporting (Origins) [Slowed + Pitched] Lyrics
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Yeah, this should be better
Yea, mm
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Lighting up in this booth
No shootouts in this room
Don't worry bout me i'm good
This cess take me to the moon
Like Dove chocolate it's smooth
Yo shawty with the perfume can I get yo IG?
Out here looking like Blake Lively
I'm tryna picture you beside me
Eric to your Pinciotti, no i'm not
I've tried a lot
Living 20 years, and I still don't trust a thot
I'm Ramsay with the pot
Tom Clancy when I pull recon
Ghosting all, top the charts
You ain't even making top 5
And i'm still broke out here saving dimes
And shout out to the homies that's from Blue Sky Drive
Ash it out the window on the passenger side
Bitch i'm only taking L's when I ride
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Copping shit that you can't afford
Swiping cards got a bank or four
Travel safe in my Honda Accord
Got a bitch in every country round the world
Finna pop up in your city, teleport
Gas you up like that
Give you backstrokes and it hit right back
Play it nice girl no talking back
Ganja blowing in the hotel just tip em' plenty and we're on our way
Out of pocket like loose change
Send my condolences, I've been composing since roses and violets from poems were made
Throwing it back, second grade
Osky and the homie conjured up a melody to knock the kiddies off they feet
But that was like twelve years ago
Talking crazy, sound like fiction
I been known for many words
She like my herb and diction
In da cut, like incision
Indica, by prescription
That blue dream it heal me
My real stoners they feel me
Yea, mm
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Lighting up in this booth
No shootouts in this room
Don't worry bout me i'm good
This cess take me to the moon
Like Dove chocolate it's smooth
Yo shawty with the perfume can I get yo IG?
Out here looking like Blake Lively
I'm tryna picture you beside me
Eric to your Pinciotti, no i'm not
I've tried a lot
Living 20 years, and I still don't trust a thot
I'm Ramsay with the pot
Tom Clancy when I pull recon
Ghosting all, top the charts
You ain't even making top 5
And i'm still broke out here saving dimes
And shout out to the homies that's from Blue Sky Drive
Ash it out the window on the passenger side
Bitch i'm only taking L's when I ride
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Nah don't worry bout me
Yea i'm Plato playing with Playdoh
Tryna get out of dodge so that the rain go
And my mind, hope it's stable
Ain't nobody worry bout me
Copping shit that you can't afford
Swiping cards got a bank or four
Travel safe in my Honda Accord
Got a bitch in every country round the world
Finna pop up in your city, teleport
Gas you up like that
Give you backstrokes and it hit right back
Play it nice girl no talking back
Ganja blowing in the hotel just tip em' plenty and we're on our way
Out of pocket like loose change
Send my condolences, I've been composing since roses and violets from poems were made
Throwing it back, second grade
Osky and the homie conjured up a melody to knock the kiddies off they feet
But that was like twelve years ago
Talking crazy, sound like fiction
I been known for many words
She like my herb and diction
In da cut, like incision
Indica, by prescription
That blue dream it heal me
My real stoners they feel me
Writer: Raymond White IV
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid