Melotonin (feat. Bossman & PhAroMusic)
Tune is a doctor
Doctor of the tunes
Bossman already brought the heat and shit
Pharo got the fucking temples and shit
Over and over again
I thought I was still done
Geeked off of melatonin
Loosing My mind
Losing my focus
All my consciousness
Now I'm feeling way too drowsy
Like melatonin
(Melatonin)
Geeked off melatonin
I cannot see
I cannot feel nothing
I'm geeked again
I swear that I lost my head
I swear I lost my head
You know that I'm feeling the in and out of it
Chocolate bars
I be off the bars
All those lemon bars
You know I'm up in the stars
You know I'm going hard
Imma drive a space ship
That shit gonna look like a foreign car
Be a mech
Transformer
It's still going hard
Either way I'm just up
I've been going far
Yea ugh you know I'm up
Might be in Mars
Yea you'll see me soon
You'll see me up up up up yea
Counting up my dust
I don't feel no love
You know know I'm geeked and done
Yea ugh you know I've never had enough
You know I just be in prison yea
Cuz my girl got me cuffed up
You know that I need my belly rubbed
Cuz I be too fucked up
Geeked up from all those drugs
You know I smoked some more
That shit had me turned up
And now I'm up above
Dove wings like icarus
Fuck you
Ay
Ay Ay Ay
Bossman guap nigga
Ay ay ay
I'll pop my shit
Fuck that bitch
She ain't helpin' no nigga
I gon count that guap
Hoe quit talking
Just give me that top
If the shit don't work
Imma hit that block
Imma Run these bands up
And fuck these hoes
Really mean fuck hoes
Get fuck outta my bed
You ain't getting no clothes
Bitch on my phone
Saying you don't ever text back
Hoe I'm on that neck
All in her feelings
Have a trick so fucked up
Tryna still tryna see if she'll fuck
Hey I'll die bout my respect
Nigga been talking way too much
Boy shut the fuck up
Before you get chopped at your neck
I'm tryna save a lil nigga
Before I really gotta do his ass
I ain't gon beef bout no bitch
Head too good
She kept sucking
I been had nutted
When I ain't had shit
Nobody help a nigga
So Imma ball like a maverick
Niggas ain't care
I was dusty outside
Sleeping on them bricks
I had even started trapping
Thought about hitting licks
Almost got a new whip
How I'm supposed to win
Niggas ain't cut like me
Imma different type of nigga
I Just need my weed
Now I got hoes on the side
I got hoes to the left and my right
Bitch stop talking please
Doctor of the tunes
Bossman already brought the heat and shit
Pharo got the fucking temples and shit
Over and over again
I thought I was still done
Geeked off of melatonin
Loosing My mind
Losing my focus
All my consciousness
Now I'm feeling way too drowsy
Like melatonin
(Melatonin)
Geeked off melatonin
I cannot see
I cannot feel nothing
I'm geeked again
I swear that I lost my head
I swear I lost my head
You know that I'm feeling the in and out of it
Chocolate bars
I be off the bars
All those lemon bars
You know I'm up in the stars
You know I'm going hard
Imma drive a space ship
That shit gonna look like a foreign car
Be a mech
Transformer
It's still going hard
Either way I'm just up
I've been going far
Yea ugh you know I'm up
Might be in Mars
Yea you'll see me soon
You'll see me up up up up yea
Counting up my dust
I don't feel no love
You know know I'm geeked and done
Yea ugh you know I've never had enough
You know I just be in prison yea
Cuz my girl got me cuffed up
You know that I need my belly rubbed
Cuz I be too fucked up
Geeked up from all those drugs
You know I smoked some more
That shit had me turned up
And now I'm up above
Dove wings like icarus
Fuck you
Ay
Ay Ay Ay
Bossman guap nigga
Ay ay ay
I'll pop my shit
Fuck that bitch
She ain't helpin' no nigga
I gon count that guap
Hoe quit talking
Just give me that top
If the shit don't work
Imma hit that block
Imma Run these bands up
And fuck these hoes
Really mean fuck hoes
Get fuck outta my bed
You ain't getting no clothes
Bitch on my phone
Saying you don't ever text back
Hoe I'm on that neck
All in her feelings
Have a trick so fucked up
Tryna still tryna see if she'll fuck
Hey I'll die bout my respect
Nigga been talking way too much
Boy shut the fuck up
Before you get chopped at your neck
I'm tryna save a lil nigga
Before I really gotta do his ass
I ain't gon beef bout no bitch
Head too good
She kept sucking
I been had nutted
When I ain't had shit
Nobody help a nigga
So Imma ball like a maverick
Niggas ain't care
I was dusty outside
Sleeping on them bricks
I had even started trapping
Thought about hitting licks
Almost got a new whip
How I'm supposed to win
Niggas ain't cut like me
Imma different type of nigga
I Just need my weed
Now I got hoes on the side
I got hoes to the left and my right
Bitch stop talking please
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Writer(s): Adedotun Albert-ojeikere
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