CeeLo
What are you looking for...?
Yeah
Magenta
Don't even get me started
Where the times going
Where is the time going?
We living in a loop
(Magenta)
I don't even know half the truth
What people be telling me is behind my back
And whatever it is
Yeah we know what you're saying
You better know what I'm saying
Most of these people I don't even fuck with like
Woah, I just pour up all the juice like it's codeine
(Codeine)
Sipping and I'm dealing shit, like I'm smoking green?
Call me CeeLo Green, fashion shows weekly and
She all on me, icy codeine
Frostbite on my wrist
And she looking to stay all night (Woah)
We could fight all night
Give me your hips, I won't lie
Give me that shit bitch, that shit I like (that shit I like)
It's all night?
We going at it smoking green, like we CeeLo Green
Fashion shows weekly
Look me in the eyes baby this is what you see
This what you see?
This what you see?
Seaside with the shells
When we rocking this shit banging like some bells
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
We mosh in the pit like woah
Diamonds on me floating down the river with the boat
And we like lil boat moshing this shit for one night bro
She my throat goat and
She wet like the water on the boat
All my whips black coat
And the bitches in the back room doing coke
(It's all up In her nose)
When you hear these notes you float
(Woah, Woah, Woah)
Flying round' the coast
Eating all this food call that shit a boast
Eating up my rivals kill em', kill 'em' west to east coast
Cooking up like a pot roast
Bitch I got money got a lot
And we spinning all these donuts in the lot
Lot,Lot,Lot,Lot
Hold up
Spin that shit bruh cmon'
Get out of the lot
Hop up in my whip
That's a scatpack and, we hitting all these racks back
N' she wanna see me run it back
New scatpack
No top, just so I could see the stars
Molly up, get her out
She be poppin' xan bars
I can't get that lately
I got bitches in my phone daily
I could never record on this shit
(Woah)
But she said she love me though
But I put the dollars to the bank
Fill my fucking piggy bank
Put the diamonds on my face, on the septum
With no bass
Bitch wanna see me most a pit
I can't run it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
We moshing In this shit with no race
The man in the magenta mask
Magenta!
Yeah
Magenta
Don't even get me started
Where the times going
Where is the time going?
We living in a loop
(Magenta)
I don't even know half the truth
What people be telling me is behind my back
And whatever it is
Yeah we know what you're saying
You better know what I'm saying
Most of these people I don't even fuck with like
Woah, I just pour up all the juice like it's codeine
(Codeine)
Sipping and I'm dealing shit, like I'm smoking green?
Call me CeeLo Green, fashion shows weekly and
She all on me, icy codeine
Frostbite on my wrist
And she looking to stay all night (Woah)
We could fight all night
Give me your hips, I won't lie
Give me that shit bitch, that shit I like (that shit I like)
It's all night?
We going at it smoking green, like we CeeLo Green
Fashion shows weekly
Look me in the eyes baby this is what you see
This what you see?
This what you see?
Seaside with the shells
When we rocking this shit banging like some bells
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
We mosh in the pit like woah
Diamonds on me floating down the river with the boat
And we like lil boat moshing this shit for one night bro
She my throat goat and
She wet like the water on the boat
All my whips black coat
And the bitches in the back room doing coke
(It's all up In her nose)
When you hear these notes you float
(Woah, Woah, Woah)
Flying round' the coast
Eating all this food call that shit a boast
Eating up my rivals kill em', kill 'em' west to east coast
Cooking up like a pot roast
Bitch I got money got a lot
And we spinning all these donuts in the lot
Lot,Lot,Lot,Lot
Hold up
Spin that shit bruh cmon'
Get out of the lot
Hop up in my whip
That's a scatpack and, we hitting all these racks back
N' she wanna see me run it back
New scatpack
No top, just so I could see the stars
Molly up, get her out
She be poppin' xan bars
I can't get that lately
I got bitches in my phone daily
I could never record on this shit
(Woah)
But she said she love me though
But I put the dollars to the bank
Fill my fucking piggy bank
Put the diamonds on my face, on the septum
With no bass
Bitch wanna see me most a pit
I can't run it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
We moshing In this shit with no race
The man in the magenta mask
Magenta!
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Writer(s): Lucas Toth
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