EYECANDY
Undermined
Butterflies
Blooming in the summertime
You dont got the love
Well
Baby just have some of mine
Spittin just a couple rhymes
Got that shit on double time
Birdy made these beats
For the purpose of to humble mine
Bungalos
Summer shows
Flexin with ya sum of clothes
Many doors open
But that only means that others close
Flexin with a ton of hoes
Showin off your summer homes
Got my eyes open
So I really dont need none of those
Im good
Im chill
Im fine and dandy
Sweet on the eyes
So they call me eye candy
Up in the clouds
And you know I aint landing
Give up the ovation
Cuz im still standing
Give it to me right now
Ready to take flight now
Every single person got some words they wanna
Write down
Look up and say oh my
Girl you know im so fly
You can call me nog
Thats the name I tend to go by
Wait wait wait
What was my next verse
Fuck
Well Im
Hoppin over lilypads
Get these bitches really mad
Cuz i turn the heat up
Like a mother fucking trinidad
Countin up the minutes had
Got a bitch that really bad
Crossing that line
That I thought that I had finished at
Sippin on a juice box
Double time like two clocks
One hands got a dollar
And the others gotta boom box
Stuntin out the shoe box
Dancing round the juke box
Bound to get lockjaw
With all the shit that you talk
Damn
Butterflies
Blooming in the summertime
You dont got the love
Well
Baby just have some of mine
Spittin just a couple rhymes
Got that shit on double time
Birdy made these beats
For the purpose of to humble mine
Bungalos
Summer shows
Flexin with ya sum of clothes
Many doors open
But that only means that others close
Flexin with a ton of hoes
Showin off your summer homes
Got my eyes open
So I really dont need none of those
Im good
Im chill
Im fine and dandy
Sweet on the eyes
So they call me eye candy
Up in the clouds
And you know I aint landing
Give up the ovation
Cuz im still standing
Give it to me right now
Ready to take flight now
Every single person got some words they wanna
Write down
Look up and say oh my
Girl you know im so fly
You can call me nog
Thats the name I tend to go by
Wait wait wait
What was my next verse
Fuck
Well Im
Hoppin over lilypads
Get these bitches really mad
Cuz i turn the heat up
Like a mother fucking trinidad
Countin up the minutes had
Got a bitch that really bad
Crossing that line
That I thought that I had finished at
Sippin on a juice box
Double time like two clocks
One hands got a dollar
And the others gotta boom box
Stuntin out the shoe box
Dancing round the juke box
Bound to get lockjaw
With all the shit that you talk
Damn
Credits
Writer(s): Riley Cole
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