On Q by King Fantastic Lyrics
[Verse 1: Reese One]
Was it cracking last night?
Whaaat? I went so nuts
I was so fucked up
I was geekin' like the glee club, nigga I was lit
Every other song they was playing my shit
We in here thick, buddy we win
These all my friends and they all go in
Standing on tables, spittin' out drank
In a bitch face going hard in the paint
Ain't no case, I do what I feel like
Hit the bathroom and I came out real right
Head feel real light, now I'm floating
Smoking, sniffing got me open
Took a few shots now I'm out there stupid
Promoter looking at us like, "fuck I knew it"
He can't say shit 'cuz we dropping hella bread
And the dope that I'm on getting to a nigga head
I turn my bottle upside down
That's for all the dead homies that's how I clown
So Rick James in the middle of the flo'
I'm dancing like a tweaker, throwing money at the speakers
On my L.A. gangster shit
Two stepping to the boogie
Plenty dough for the cookies
In a mansion full of rookies like, "left young gunner"
I'm the life of the party for the next few summers
[Hook]
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time
[Verse 2: Reese one]
Did the after party crack?
Man, I was headed to the house that wasn't even in the plan
But they drove me to a spot on the four and the sunset
Hella hollywood and I'm in there dumb wet
Skinny ass glam chicks standing in line
I'm kinda into thick ho's with niggas on they mind
Do another line, have another drink am I really in the back fucking Buffy on the sink
This shit getting wild that's for sheezy
These ho's is wasted and they easy
And I'm easy and I'm wasted
And anotha' little white chick is on my bracelet
Made a mistake, shit, yes I did
And the dirty details ain't fit for kids
Party like a rockstar, no not quite
I partied like a motherfucking nigga last night
[Hook]
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time
Was it cracking last night?
Whaaat? I went so nuts
I was so fucked up
I was geekin' like the glee club, nigga I was lit
Every other song they was playing my shit
We in here thick, buddy we win
These all my friends and they all go in
Standing on tables, spittin' out drank
In a bitch face going hard in the paint
Ain't no case, I do what I feel like
Hit the bathroom and I came out real right
Head feel real light, now I'm floating
Smoking, sniffing got me open
Took a few shots now I'm out there stupid
Promoter looking at us like, "fuck I knew it"
He can't say shit 'cuz we dropping hella bread
And the dope that I'm on getting to a nigga head
I turn my bottle upside down
That's for all the dead homies that's how I clown
So Rick James in the middle of the flo'
I'm dancing like a tweaker, throwing money at the speakers
On my L.A. gangster shit
Two stepping to the boogie
Plenty dough for the cookies
In a mansion full of rookies like, "left young gunner"
I'm the life of the party for the next few summers
[Hook]
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time
[Verse 2: Reese one]
Did the after party crack?
Man, I was headed to the house that wasn't even in the plan
But they drove me to a spot on the four and the sunset
Hella hollywood and I'm in there dumb wet
Skinny ass glam chicks standing in line
I'm kinda into thick ho's with niggas on they mind
Do another line, have another drink am I really in the back fucking Buffy on the sink
This shit getting wild that's for sheezy
These ho's is wasted and they easy
And I'm easy and I'm wasted
And anotha' little white chick is on my bracelet
Made a mistake, shit, yes I did
And the dirty details ain't fit for kids
Party like a rockstar, no not quite
I partied like a motherfucking nigga last night
[Hook]
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time
Oh my God
Look at me
From my head
To my feet
I feel like
I'm made of sunshine
Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time