heavenly woods sparkling silence
Ooh no she got
Blue eyes and
Big bag and
No time and she
Shawty asking bout if she
If she mine
And don't know what to say cause
She ain't mine I know
She tell me so but I know that it ain't true
She can't fool a fool oh
I really wish she could they say ignorance is bliss and I'm
Running through the woods
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
This chat got me wilin on the floor
Lookin round like where's the floor
And my hand on the wall
God damn I'm drunk
Yeah and it's like
All this liquor got me fucked up
And I can't see a thing
Tryna find my wallet
But I cannot see you clearly
In the mirror goddamn what is looking at me
I cant see a thing I'm like
I do not know this reality
This must not be reality
As we know this must not be reality
Get the fabric of the
The fabric of the
Blue eyes and
Big bag and
No time and she
Shawty asking bout if she
If she mine
And don't know what to say cause
She ain't mine I know
She tell me so but I know that it ain't true
She can't fool a fool oh
I really wish she could they say ignorance is bliss and I'm
Running through the woods
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
These heavenly woods
Don't know what I ought to do
This chat got me wilin on the floor
Lookin round like where's the floor
And my hand on the wall
God damn I'm drunk
Yeah and it's like
All this liquor got me fucked up
And I can't see a thing
Tryna find my wallet
But I cannot see you clearly
In the mirror goddamn what is looking at me
I cant see a thing I'm like
I do not know this reality
This must not be reality
As we know this must not be reality
Get the fabric of the
The fabric of the
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