Read at 1:18 AM by MATO Lyrics
[Intro]
Wait, what?
(typing sound)
Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck these texts!
[Verse]
The sample I tried is something like the bull and I
Toro y Moi disguised the primer in the can
I'm in my prime like the blue suede Vans
I'm milking moos for cereal, and eating the toucan
Fruit Loops gave me some fruity loops to droop on the scoop
Man, there's too many of the mans, man
I got the dial up, should I call the friction leaders up?
They bring the flame, and I brought the juice and the tang
Plus my dick is going soft, and it could really use a hand
Yo, fuck the loyalty if it's only one lover's appointed theme
If she's gonna cheat this sheet, I'll get sloshy like the sleet on the Porsche of Chief Keef
(Mother fucker better pour up!)
That liquor, so I get poem riddled and Poe up
And fiddle around with girls upstairs
She gave slob on my dog while I gripped the knob
"I gotta use the John"
"Hold up, I'm getting my proctor on"
Ice cream, then I stumble for space like quantinize
This night was shit with sprinkles on Häagen-Dasz
Since I hogged the lager line, it's been divine
Thanks Devon for showing me the suds decline when sobriety doesn't have time
And we two step, now I'm losing my shit, I'm foul like a fragrant
The perfume, the potions, the Calvin Klein, the motion in my stance getting buttery
But I still beat the beat up, I like beets on my peta
I'm feeling gelled defeat, feeling gel on my feet
To think this all started cause I'm still jealous of your new man's teeth
And that what came out of his mouth was something better than I ever said
Something so emotional it made you cry, then he pried open your legs
And tried to get to the puss
But I'm parking my shit on Rosa
I'm not getting off the bus
(Une, deux, trois, quatre)
[Outro]
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
That's all I know
Wait, what?
(typing sound)
Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck these texts!
[Verse]
The sample I tried is something like the bull and I
Toro y Moi disguised the primer in the can
I'm in my prime like the blue suede Vans
I'm milking moos for cereal, and eating the toucan
Fruit Loops gave me some fruity loops to droop on the scoop
Man, there's too many of the mans, man
I got the dial up, should I call the friction leaders up?
They bring the flame, and I brought the juice and the tang
Plus my dick is going soft, and it could really use a hand
Yo, fuck the loyalty if it's only one lover's appointed theme
If she's gonna cheat this sheet, I'll get sloshy like the sleet on the Porsche of Chief Keef
(Mother fucker better pour up!)
That liquor, so I get poem riddled and Poe up
And fiddle around with girls upstairs
She gave slob on my dog while I gripped the knob
"I gotta use the John"
"Hold up, I'm getting my proctor on"
Ice cream, then I stumble for space like quantinize
This night was shit with sprinkles on Häagen-Dasz
Since I hogged the lager line, it's been divine
Thanks Devon for showing me the suds decline when sobriety doesn't have time
And we two step, now I'm losing my shit, I'm foul like a fragrant
The perfume, the potions, the Calvin Klein, the motion in my stance getting buttery
But I still beat the beat up, I like beets on my peta
I'm feeling gelled defeat, feeling gel on my feet
To think this all started cause I'm still jealous of your new man's teeth
And that what came out of his mouth was something better than I ever said
Something so emotional it made you cry, then he pried open your legs
And tried to get to the puss
But I'm parking my shit on Rosa
I'm not getting off the bus
(Une, deux, trois, quatre)
[Outro]
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
That's all I know