Shlide and I Can't Even Play a Guitar!
Yeah
Look
I shilde for you baby
Shlide on your dms and lie to you baby
Faced all my fears and cry with you baby
Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby
Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately
Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady
Package your feeling in packets my lady
Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately
My name on your mind
Twisting the vines
Feeding of vibes
Tangled up, intertwined stories climax too devine
Writing my name on your thighs, yeah
Painting your toes, pearly whites yeah
We are too real to define yeah
Prolly we next in line, yeah
To be the billboards kissing skies, yeah
Kissing on you on the ride
Where got tucked the ride, yeah
Bought extra bags with you but you don't need none
I hate how you worry your mind
I hate how you can't decide
On what to bring along whenever we going up all night
I shilde for you baby
Shlide on your dms and lie with you baby
Faced all my fears and cry for you baby
Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby
Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately
Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady
Package your feeling in packets my lady
Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately
Momma told me
We gon be
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good son
Momma told me
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good
We gon' be good
Look
I shilde for you baby
Shlide on your dms and lie to you baby
Faced all my fears and cry with you baby
Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby
Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately
Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady
Package your feeling in packets my lady
Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately
My name on your mind
Twisting the vines
Feeding of vibes
Tangled up, intertwined stories climax too devine
Writing my name on your thighs, yeah
Painting your toes, pearly whites yeah
We are too real to define yeah
Prolly we next in line, yeah
To be the billboards kissing skies, yeah
Kissing on you on the ride
Where got tucked the ride, yeah
Bought extra bags with you but you don't need none
I hate how you worry your mind
I hate how you can't decide
On what to bring along whenever we going up all night
I shilde for you baby
Shlide on your dms and lie with you baby
Faced all my fears and cry for you baby
Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby
Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately
Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady
Package your feeling in packets my lady
Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately
Momma told me
We gon be
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good son
Momma told me
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good son
We gon' be good
We gon' be good
Credits
Writer(s): Lindokuhle Mlotshwa
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