I create memories
Creatively
Spirituality be my miracle balcony
Lenses of reality displaced by alchemy
Trauma
Tragedy
Drama took a backseat
Riding shotgun I got motherf*cking antifreeze
Got the whole damn family on my Marquis bench seats
Baby Pluto in the trunk we blast off to mercury
Mask off, I'm Hercules
You passing dro to dirty thieves
Your ass lyrics
Cracked beats
Need some motherf*cking Burt's Bees
Bro
Don't ask me about my business
I sip my flask of Tully whiskey
While I run laps around these bitches
At last, I meet my Mrs
Alas, it's getting frisky
Her ass got mass shit can fit twenty glizzys
20 glizzys
20 glizzys, 20 glizzys
20 glizzys
20 glizzys
Yert
My spirituality be my miracle balcony
Lenses of reality displaced by alchemy
Trauma
Tragedy
Drama's in the backseat
Riding shotgun I got motherf*cking antifreeze
Baby got a donk I might
Write her a note
I might give her a poke
Assalam alaikum
I bring her ass along and I cum on the floor
Protecting the seed
Hakuna matata baby
I'll eat you a la mode
I'll eat you real slow
Scooby snacks scooby doo
I hit the hole like Booby do
Miles Sanders hula hoops
Wild cheetah Zoboomafoo
If mama got a llama I guess that's what the boomers do
If her blood type is Ragu
If she smell like gabagool
If she got an attitude
If she is always in a mood
That's okay
Baby girl, that is okay
Yeah that's okay
Hey that's okay
Yeah that's okay
Hey hey hey
Because her ass got mass
Her ass got mass shit can fit 20 glizzys
20 glizzys hey hey hey