Grapefruit
I jog in a circle full of squares
That smoke squares and
Wreck, tangle, tussle, tumble with our problems
Polygon off vodka
Fuckin' it up with Piranha Plant
Super Smashin' Saturdays
Folks do the Madonna dance at clubs and try the pay to play
But not I, not we, our team be smoking weed
Guess it's a rolling day but honestly, I'd rather pack a bowl
Blunt papers just make me choke, I'm prolly not cool enough for this rap shit
Cuz I got love in my body
I don't throw hands
Often
I keep my spirits lofted
Plus this shit is a walk in the park
I'm the Tony Stark of rhythmic talking
Executive-level like 30 Rockin' with Alec Baldwin
But they rather focus on my skirt who I stick my cock in
Old heads severely gawkin, but watch lesbian porn
I roll my eyes so far back, I could record my brainstorm
I hope this is my weakest form
And I evolve with powers strong enough to set fire to Rapidash and poison Venusaur
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Was spending time inside a bubble
Tryna pop it like my innocence
A poison tryna kill me help me get rid of good riddances
No Ritalin could help
So I could drown in this Jim liquor pent or pint
To fill the distances
I ran away I still admit
That I'm holding onto whatever happiness that could carry me
I used to drink that molly water
That's my sense of therapy
I felt like Adam Sandler Mr. Deeds inside a busy world
Simplicity my only wish but still I want that other girl
I'm running to see you strive provide what you need
So sick of sad songs and goodbyes
That stack with debris
I'm stronger now
Put my worries inside a box and move along
Wonder how I manage this ego I must be Scooter Braun
Shit lately I could hit this bong
Escape in my mind
It's funny being a free man
And yet I'm waiting for time
But still it's pleasant
Like Zoe Deschanel in my dreams
Don't want a New Girl
But I guess I still don't know what I need
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
My favorite memory is of us sitting
Me sitting on your lap
And listening to Orange Moon
And just holding you and feeling
Connected to you
That smoke squares and
Wreck, tangle, tussle, tumble with our problems
Polygon off vodka
Fuckin' it up with Piranha Plant
Super Smashin' Saturdays
Folks do the Madonna dance at clubs and try the pay to play
But not I, not we, our team be smoking weed
Guess it's a rolling day but honestly, I'd rather pack a bowl
Blunt papers just make me choke, I'm prolly not cool enough for this rap shit
Cuz I got love in my body
I don't throw hands
Often
I keep my spirits lofted
Plus this shit is a walk in the park
I'm the Tony Stark of rhythmic talking
Executive-level like 30 Rockin' with Alec Baldwin
But they rather focus on my skirt who I stick my cock in
Old heads severely gawkin, but watch lesbian porn
I roll my eyes so far back, I could record my brainstorm
I hope this is my weakest form
And I evolve with powers strong enough to set fire to Rapidash and poison Venusaur
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Was spending time inside a bubble
Tryna pop it like my innocence
A poison tryna kill me help me get rid of good riddances
No Ritalin could help
So I could drown in this Jim liquor pent or pint
To fill the distances
I ran away I still admit
That I'm holding onto whatever happiness that could carry me
I used to drink that molly water
That's my sense of therapy
I felt like Adam Sandler Mr. Deeds inside a busy world
Simplicity my only wish but still I want that other girl
I'm running to see you strive provide what you need
So sick of sad songs and goodbyes
That stack with debris
I'm stronger now
Put my worries inside a box and move along
Wonder how I manage this ego I must be Scooter Braun
Shit lately I could hit this bong
Escape in my mind
It's funny being a free man
And yet I'm waiting for time
But still it's pleasant
Like Zoe Deschanel in my dreams
Don't want a New Girl
But I guess I still don't know what I need
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
Baby, it's grapefruit
Sprinkle some sugar
Help it go down
Help it go down
My favorite memory is of us sitting
Me sitting on your lap
And listening to Orange Moon
And just holding you and feeling
Connected to you
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Writer(s): Noah Steven Whitney
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