Moscato
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt
All these fronting folks saying they don't front
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Wake up it's only two nothing to do
Bake up turn on the tube for different views
The news is screaming plague and treason
Fuck your reason, we sent for taxes over due
Abraxas tracks us every move
Make more stacks or is you making due
Don't let them fade you
Cause the kid got the spirit
Let 'em hear it every time that you gotta roll thru
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Everybody feeling some way
These kids tryna make it to someday
On a Sunday in a sundown town
Lost in a one way, one way out
And it's just a feeling, it's just a mood
Man on the ceiling testing you
While the man roof is testing patience
Selfish expectations
Move, if you gotta leave
Breath, take a second just to be
In the "ethor" with a mood and your crew
What you do when you creeping
Turn the views into seasons of the mind
"Are you okay" (My nigga i'm fine)
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
I'll hold your hand
The man he been looking for you
The bills, the rent, the win overdue
The kid got the spirit, if you hear it salute
No doubt we out cause we gotta go move
All these fronting folks saying they don't front
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Wake up it's only two nothing to do
Bake up turn on the tube for different views
The news is screaming plague and treason
Fuck your reason, we sent for taxes over due
Abraxas tracks us every move
Make more stacks or is you making due
Don't let them fade you
Cause the kid got the spirit
Let 'em hear it every time that you gotta roll thru
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Everybody feeling some way
These kids tryna make it to someday
On a Sunday in a sundown town
Lost in a one way, one way out
And it's just a feeling, it's just a mood
Man on the ceiling testing you
While the man roof is testing patience
Selfish expectations
Move, if you gotta leave
Breath, take a second just to be
In the "ethor" with a mood and your crew
What you do when you creeping
Turn the views into seasons of the mind
"Are you okay" (My nigga i'm fine)
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
Everybody wants Moscato and a blunt (Smoke)
All these fronting folks saying they don't front (No)
Don't fake on me I'll take your knees out from under you
Everybody wants a minute in the sun
All they ever really wanted was a little bit of love
Just a little bit of love
But we never get enough
I'll hold your hand
The man he been looking for you
The bills, the rent, the win overdue
The kid got the spirit, if you hear it salute
No doubt we out cause we gotta go move
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Mccleary
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