C'mon My Darlin'

C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my Baby
C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my-- yeaahhh

Popping it off in the summer
Chilling n' shit in the fall
Whoop'
Y'all
Whoop
Wiccy be backing em off
I'm out of a slumber
Them cigs and traffics tickets did a number
On my soul yall
I been drinkin' so much Captain Morgan, let's me steer that ship
Fingertips, fingers typing lightning like Darth Sidious
Whew that queer so intricate with it, I'm quite mysterious
Like hearing this in whispers from fortune-tellers in hella mist
Bet that fortune teller heard my shit, then got into it
Ooh ahh
I used to do roll calls
Now I roll call
My own songs
Scott might go off
No pause
So sauce
Fire like Taco Bell
Bertie got nugs and grams to sell
Colby would wake me up to get me out my citadel like

Slow that fuss down it's alright now
Slow that fuss down it's alright
Slow that fuss down it's alright
Now, yeah, yeah--

C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my Baby
C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my-- yeah

Poppin' it off in the winter
Chilling n' shit in the spring
They're gonna think that I'm mean
Lalalala Avada Kedavra all of these motherfuckers
Spreading negative karma
Waving my wand riding on two-headed llamas
What do you think
Wiccy could prolly be your newest kink
Wiccy's a fan of the reggie, the stink
Wiccy was never a fan of the pink, gushy, sweet
That just leaves all the ladies to my team
What'll it be
Off with a wink and I'm off it again
Food on my plate from my pockets my friend
That's that apple jam with some apple butter
Don't touch it less you wanna be losin' a hand
Southern shit from a southern youngin, eat southern grits
Nanaw watchin'
Lookin' down, talkin' up with god, sayin' bless his heart
I'm Picasso flossin', Picasso flossin'
Abstract thought that'll launch me up like the wonka-vater
Comet crater crash on these bitch just to top it off that's my a daisy dollop

Slow that fuss down it's alright now
Slow that fuss down it's alright
Slow that fuss down it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright

C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my Baby
C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my-- yeah

C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my Baby
C'mon my Darlin'
C'mon my-- yeah

Being on that couch meant my mind was going to be thriving
I remember when I almost broke that couch on my twenty-first birthday
Because I was dancing too hard to Rihanna
I was high for like ninety-nine percent of the time
Super Smash Bros all-day
I want to put it into words right now
Steve Hensley broke that couch and that shit's on him
It was the first time that I was realizing that this was my new home and family
Things have changed
Things are still gonna change
People come and go but it doesn't mean we're not us
It doesn't mean we're not still a family
It was so comforting and just peaceful
Thanks for that man



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Steven Whitney
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