Let the ship set sail, off to adventure
Got some Mary in my backpack
Abstract, so all I gots a pen and paper
5th of whiskey, Coke, blueberry flapjacks
Roll it up and put it to my lips, no need to pass that
Soho up in summertime... I Undermine
The underlying fact, that I scrape penny's but I want a dime
She something else, I got it now, oh yea my dude, f*cking fine
And Since I have a shot at her, they salty
So tell em' suck a lime
I was a mime, now I'm just clowning
Trying to scrape a number
Smile after I take it from her
Copacetic today but in two days disintegrate to bummer
I thought I won her over, but I just created blunders
The game, I hate and love her
Thinking back to times of plan b because of breaking rubbers
I was a will child and still etre
All these women still extra
I'm just tryna find a ill chick in the chill spectrum, to make my broken heart feel better
Often Spaced - S.S. Spaced (prod. DJ C-Jay) Lyrics
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Let the ship set sail, off to adventure
Got some Mary in my backpack
Abstract, so all I gots a pen and paper
5th of whiskey, Coke, blueberry flapjacks
Roll it up and put it to my lips, no need to pass that
Soho up in summertime... I Undermine
The underlying fact, that I scrape penny's but I want a dime
She something else, I got it now, oh yea my dude, f*cking fine
And Since I have a shot at her, they salty
So tell em' suck a lime
I was a mime, now I'm just clowning
Trying to scrape a number
Smile after I take it from her
Copacetic today but in two days disintegrate to bummer
I thought I won her over, but I just created blunders
The game, I hate and love her
Thinking back to times of plan b because of breaking rubbers
I was a will child and still etre
All these women still extra
I'm just tryna find a ill chick in the chill spectrum, to make my broken heart feel better
Got some Mary in my backpack
Abstract, so all I gots a pen and paper
5th of whiskey, Coke, blueberry flapjacks
Roll it up and put it to my lips, no need to pass that
Soho up in summertime... I Undermine
The underlying fact, that I scrape penny's but I want a dime
She something else, I got it now, oh yea my dude, f*cking fine
And Since I have a shot at her, they salty
So tell em' suck a lime
I was a mime, now I'm just clowning
Trying to scrape a number
Smile after I take it from her
Copacetic today but in two days disintegrate to bummer
I thought I won her over, but I just created blunders
The game, I hate and love her
Thinking back to times of plan b because of breaking rubbers
I was a will child and still etre
All these women still extra
I'm just tryna find a ill chick in the chill spectrum, to make my broken heart feel better
Writer: Often Spaced
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid