Late Show, Lake Show
Yeah, paper poking I need staples
Might break the bank, chain full of change, neck swinging, Bojangles
Yeah, going Conan not the late show
Magic, going Lake Show
Magic, with the 8 ball
Know that I'm up while you sleeping, man you could rest assured
Couldn't count to the number that my apartment floor is (No way bro)
Bro!
Get the fuck up out my way bro
Chains on, going Django
Feeling like Tarantino (What's up?)
Skinnies on me cause I'm tight
Ain't hit that hoe in a while, but it's like riding a bike
Vampire my attire, skin only thing that's white
On the balcony, this Backwoods got me afraid of heights
Living in Blade Runner, looking out at the city lights
Got so much pain, the rain explain how I feel tonight
But feelings change, I'm still the same, still blazing look Persian
Tryna get paid, ice in my veins
Blood cold as George Gervin's (On God)
Colorful necklace, like its May in New Orleans
Still gonna pour it, regret it in the morning
Met this badass little shorty, she from London she foreign
Her name is Cora, just text me bring the weed, I'm good for it
Ha
Lake show
Lake show
No fake hoes
I, I'm
Getting this off my mind
I wanna live my life
I, I
Don't wanna waste no more time
Left the old home behind
Thought maybe my cell phone died
Forgot where you live it's five, in the morning
All on my own, I'm fine
All on my own, I'm trying
All on my own, I grind
So all on my own, I shine
Might break the bank, chain full of change, neck swinging, Bojangles
Yeah, going Conan not the late show
Magic, going Lake Show
Magic, with the 8 ball
Know that I'm up while you sleeping, man you could rest assured
Couldn't count to the number that my apartment floor is (No way bro)
Bro!
Get the fuck up out my way bro
Chains on, going Django
Feeling like Tarantino (What's up?)
Skinnies on me cause I'm tight
Ain't hit that hoe in a while, but it's like riding a bike
Vampire my attire, skin only thing that's white
On the balcony, this Backwoods got me afraid of heights
Living in Blade Runner, looking out at the city lights
Got so much pain, the rain explain how I feel tonight
But feelings change, I'm still the same, still blazing look Persian
Tryna get paid, ice in my veins
Blood cold as George Gervin's (On God)
Colorful necklace, like its May in New Orleans
Still gonna pour it, regret it in the morning
Met this badass little shorty, she from London she foreign
Her name is Cora, just text me bring the weed, I'm good for it
Ha
Lake show
Lake show
No fake hoes
I, I'm
Getting this off my mind
I wanna live my life
I, I
Don't wanna waste no more time
Left the old home behind
Thought maybe my cell phone died
Forgot where you live it's five, in the morning
All on my own, I'm fine
All on my own, I'm trying
All on my own, I grind
So all on my own, I shine
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Writer(s): Zachary Zurcher
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