Frequency Ecstasy (wanna stay in bed)
The frequency
Of music
Like ecstacy
She do it
They realla trynna
Control me so watch out
Don't get up in my
Spot i might pop out
Don't sell your soul you
Might become a dropout
Young bo on my shit
I might cough loud
Your bitch gonna spit
While i cop rounds
Don't be mad that i made
It when you mad down
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
Babe you know i switch
It up just like i should
I lack in conversations
When i lack in woods
On the road we can
Go where we should
Smoke some dope on
Our own and we good
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
Walk in the party
I made it now it's go time
I might wreck some shit
Later down the line
I might wreck some shit
Later down the line
I'm on the run just
Livin' my life
When i like with
Brodies it's go time
Ten blunts we face
That in no time
Shawty lookin' bad
She be so fine
I can feel the wind
Down my spine
My phone just switched
Up to dark mode
I cannot, scan all
The barcodes
I still can see who
You are though
So don't fuck with
Me or my friends ho
Someday i'll
Rep murakami
Flood up the stu
Like a tsunami
Dressed up your girl
Yah she want me
In the whip all 4's
Yah she got me
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
The frequency
Of music
Like ecstacy
She do it
They realla trynna
Control me so watch out
Don't get up in my
Spot i might pop out
Don't sell your soul you
Might become a dropout
Young bo on my shit
I might cough loud
Your bitch gonna spit
While i cop rounds
Don't be mad that i made
It when you mad down
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
We pretend to care
Packed it's jammed up in
My head and i wanna stay
In bed, and i wanna stay in bed
Of music
Like ecstacy
She do it
They realla trynna
Control me so watch out
Don't get up in my
Spot i might pop out
Don't sell your soul you
Might become a dropout
Young bo on my shit
I might cough loud
Your bitch gonna spit
While i cop rounds
Don't be mad that i made
It when you mad down
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
Babe you know i switch
It up just like i should
I lack in conversations
When i lack in woods
On the road we can
Go where we should
Smoke some dope on
Our own and we good
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
Walk in the party
I made it now it's go time
I might wreck some shit
Later down the line
I might wreck some shit
Later down the line
I'm on the run just
Livin' my life
When i like with
Brodies it's go time
Ten blunts we face
That in no time
Shawty lookin' bad
She be so fine
I can feel the wind
Down my spine
My phone just switched
Up to dark mode
I cannot, scan all
The barcodes
I still can see who
You are though
So don't fuck with
Me or my friends ho
Someday i'll
Rep murakami
Flood up the stu
Like a tsunami
Dressed up your girl
Yah she want me
In the whip all 4's
Yah she got me
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
The frequency
Of music
Like ecstacy
She do it
They realla trynna
Control me so watch out
Don't get up in my
Spot i might pop out
Don't sell your soul you
Might become a dropout
Young bo on my shit
I might cough loud
Your bitch gonna spit
While i cop rounds
Don't be mad that i made
It when you mad down
Smacked, know you
Feel it in the air
Why do we pretend
To care about it
Packed, shit jammed
Up in my head
And i wanna stay in bed,
And i wanna stay in bed for good
We pretend to care
Packed it's jammed up in
My head and i wanna stay
In bed, and i wanna stay in bed
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Tobola
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