Wonderland Drifta
Man, I promise
(I'm just a wonderland drifter)
It's not what you think
(Just a wonderland drifter)
You never met a nigga like me
(Nah)
Highly recommend you sike me
(On God)
Give me ticket, just cite me
(Please)
See me on sight, nigga fight me
(What's up?)
I can feel it in the air
See me, better book because I just do not play fair
For real, I take it there
Like, for real I just don't care
Like, I mean this shit, for real
I'm being fucking sincere
Like, I'm used to goin' up against the grain
Clip a nigga head back until I see his fuckin' brain
Split your bitch wig because she had something to say
They stay together till the end
Yeah, holy matrimony
You throw shade, you get the fade
While your bitch might get the grey
I hope she knows I'm not Christian
So there's no pleasure, just pain
I put her up on that T thing
I will not buy you a drink
Now she S-P-R-U-N
Nigga this a G thing
(She's sprung)
Pop a bar and tend to her
And now you can't believe it, man
I tore it up then poured it out
You know I aim right for the brain
Woops, sorry 'bout my bad aim
Aimed for the brain and got the foot
Damn, I guess that means I'm Tory Lanez
Give me my pinky back bitch
Before I snap your fingers
You can tell your nigga here's a tip
Don't love a fuckin' stripper
Now, two-step out the door
Bitch done drank up all my liquor
It wasn't me, she did it by herself
Here go your angel back
You must've missed her
You better watch your back before you run into a killer
If I didn't smoke the Marley, would've shot a nigga
Hear this track, you better bolt, unless you is insane
Run faster, faster, Rastafari, with his game
(Bomboclaat, boy)
I'm just a wonderland drifter
Off the head with this shit
I work with what I have
I'm pullin' all the tricks up out my bag
You think it can't be that bad, but bro, fuck
You don't know the half
Y'all just think I want attention, nigga?
What the fuck I'm reachin' for?
My family good is all I'm fiendin' for
Like I spill my pain for no reason?
Swear to god I'm just so different
Return of the Mac, light skinned, Mac Miller, rappin' nigga
(Oh, come on)
Kids booted out my life
Baby mama's with the drama
Chill
Y'all fuckin' up y'alls chances of fuckin' up the commas
Futurama, I'm a future rhymer
Wonderland
What y'all really want from a nigga?
(Oh, come on)
I need to see my kids, bro
See my kids, and not in a fuckin' picture
They just gettin' bigger
(Oh, come on)
How you figure they gonna take the news that their daddy is completely out the picture?
(Oh, come on)
I'm just a wonderland drifter
(Oh, come on)
(I'm just a wonderland drifter)
It's not what you think
(Just a wonderland drifter)
You never met a nigga like me
(Nah)
Highly recommend you sike me
(On God)
Give me ticket, just cite me
(Please)
See me on sight, nigga fight me
(What's up?)
I can feel it in the air
See me, better book because I just do not play fair
For real, I take it there
Like, for real I just don't care
Like, I mean this shit, for real
I'm being fucking sincere
Like, I'm used to goin' up against the grain
Clip a nigga head back until I see his fuckin' brain
Split your bitch wig because she had something to say
They stay together till the end
Yeah, holy matrimony
You throw shade, you get the fade
While your bitch might get the grey
I hope she knows I'm not Christian
So there's no pleasure, just pain
I put her up on that T thing
I will not buy you a drink
Now she S-P-R-U-N
Nigga this a G thing
(She's sprung)
Pop a bar and tend to her
And now you can't believe it, man
I tore it up then poured it out
You know I aim right for the brain
Woops, sorry 'bout my bad aim
Aimed for the brain and got the foot
Damn, I guess that means I'm Tory Lanez
Give me my pinky back bitch
Before I snap your fingers
You can tell your nigga here's a tip
Don't love a fuckin' stripper
Now, two-step out the door
Bitch done drank up all my liquor
It wasn't me, she did it by herself
Here go your angel back
You must've missed her
You better watch your back before you run into a killer
If I didn't smoke the Marley, would've shot a nigga
Hear this track, you better bolt, unless you is insane
Run faster, faster, Rastafari, with his game
(Bomboclaat, boy)
I'm just a wonderland drifter
Off the head with this shit
I work with what I have
I'm pullin' all the tricks up out my bag
You think it can't be that bad, but bro, fuck
You don't know the half
Y'all just think I want attention, nigga?
What the fuck I'm reachin' for?
My family good is all I'm fiendin' for
Like I spill my pain for no reason?
Swear to god I'm just so different
Return of the Mac, light skinned, Mac Miller, rappin' nigga
(Oh, come on)
Kids booted out my life
Baby mama's with the drama
Chill
Y'all fuckin' up y'alls chances of fuckin' up the commas
Futurama, I'm a future rhymer
Wonderland
What y'all really want from a nigga?
(Oh, come on)
I need to see my kids, bro
See my kids, and not in a fuckin' picture
They just gettin' bigger
(Oh, come on)
How you figure they gonna take the news that their daddy is completely out the picture?
(Oh, come on)
I'm just a wonderland drifter
(Oh, come on)
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Writer(s): Keith Crook-johnson
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