Court Passion - Fl1GHTM4RE (feat. Prodbyjay6ix) Lyrics

We in a light blue vision with the girls in square clothes, look loose in 14 plus, Apple phones
Taking Cinex on a plane, on the way to Bali, I start on Molly, at the after party

Matching new rock clothes from the hotel pool, no credit card still intact in the room
We the top twins, in my cool skin, we the bad ones, nothing left to be a film
The gypsy be the man, pass the asses out, screaming all the way, to the devil's den
Will Smith and Wesson slap that boy out his body, nightmares coming together, we make a flight, man

Drop the perc 30, a head for the suit, even when we're alone, it's tough to sleep around
Tiny beam aim, at his lap, Rena almost blew his brains out on the ground
Dosed off a Ramadan, then we meet back up, gotta blow it back, instead of gang signs, lost consciousness
Out at the rave, at that defendant for his butt, we held our ground

Squatter house, locked like a real estate agent, now
Found each other at immaculate time, inside that insistent cloud
All of our little eyes pass the blunt, and stop crying for attention
Shrooms weak as f*ck, this one grown, tweaked dimensions

K-Floor at the function, blame the termites
It's just my sisters and my brothers
Every night, when it's fun, I hope y'all die together
Playing on Apple Vision, with the bros and squad bros

Footloose on 14+, Apple phones
Take Cynics on the plane, on the way to Bali
I start on Molly, at the after party
Matching new rock books, round the hotel door

No credit cards, throwing tags in the room
Be the top quiz, in my closed stand
Be the bad ones, nothing like a clear film
Drips through the mirror, that's the alpha cell

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