Subserene
I know this feelin' good, hell yea we feelin' good
Mornin' sex so that's a mood
Music be that comfort food
People trippin' on our moves
But we busy doin' two's
PCH'n on a cruise
Cell phone tucked and put to snooze
Dis a beautiful life
Let's double up, you know I'm right
The beamer set to paraglide
Seat set back so torso hide
LA streets uncivilized
Picnic's wit sum tools on sight
Kiss her head wit open eyes
Holdin' hands but one fist primed
Let's go real deep
Da shit ain't nuthin really new to me
Let's voyage on those fanta seas
Time to make the dreamin' speak
Existence to reality
The substance makes me rap this speed
She dig it when I slow da beat
I slice the peach and stain the sheets
What up my queen
Just you and me
(C'mon)
Time get cold and runny
Till you meet that new somebody
The past look so much more ugly
Make ya ex look like a dummy
Standards rose like they pedaling
Check list got so much more heavy
Slap the box just like you Gretzky
And she love how you goal tending
I want someone to challenge me
To raise the bars on balconies
That has a life outside of me
So when we link it's power plays
Fuck dose bitches draining pockets
Always eatin' out
Not contributin' to shit
Somehow always complain bout
The way I killed off weeds
Said I work at Mickey D's
They brush me off and watch me leave
I clean the grill on my M3
Empty passenger seats and hey
I own the whole fleet
Now my new girl got the keys
But she choose to walk with me
That's my girl
But uhh check it out
Sometimes I wish I had a clone
One at home, one on the road
One in the flesh, one on the phone
Do it to death, can't do it alone
One handle stress, one write you poem
One blow a kiss, one late to board
One cook a dish, one stay on tour
He makin' hits but I fuck you galore
I switch up the flow so you keep wantin' mo
He body bag so they keep yellin' Morg
I'm at the crib to massage you wit oil
He stay in stu so we neva go poor
I pick up kids so you hang wit ya girls
He missin' dates cuz he travel da globe
I'm talkin' shit cuz he neva propose
And he make excuse like tomorrow we go
Trust, communication, those vibrations
Fuck lust, illumination, outshine haters
Yes love, and we can make it
Those vibrations, yup love
Let's create it, good vibrations
Mornin' sex so that's a mood
Music be that comfort food
People trippin' on our moves
But we busy doin' two's
PCH'n on a cruise
Cell phone tucked and put to snooze
Dis a beautiful life
Let's double up, you know I'm right
The beamer set to paraglide
Seat set back so torso hide
LA streets uncivilized
Picnic's wit sum tools on sight
Kiss her head wit open eyes
Holdin' hands but one fist primed
Let's go real deep
Da shit ain't nuthin really new to me
Let's voyage on those fanta seas
Time to make the dreamin' speak
Existence to reality
The substance makes me rap this speed
She dig it when I slow da beat
I slice the peach and stain the sheets
What up my queen
Just you and me
(C'mon)
Time get cold and runny
Till you meet that new somebody
The past look so much more ugly
Make ya ex look like a dummy
Standards rose like they pedaling
Check list got so much more heavy
Slap the box just like you Gretzky
And she love how you goal tending
I want someone to challenge me
To raise the bars on balconies
That has a life outside of me
So when we link it's power plays
Fuck dose bitches draining pockets
Always eatin' out
Not contributin' to shit
Somehow always complain bout
The way I killed off weeds
Said I work at Mickey D's
They brush me off and watch me leave
I clean the grill on my M3
Empty passenger seats and hey
I own the whole fleet
Now my new girl got the keys
But she choose to walk with me
That's my girl
But uhh check it out
Sometimes I wish I had a clone
One at home, one on the road
One in the flesh, one on the phone
Do it to death, can't do it alone
One handle stress, one write you poem
One blow a kiss, one late to board
One cook a dish, one stay on tour
He makin' hits but I fuck you galore
I switch up the flow so you keep wantin' mo
He body bag so they keep yellin' Morg
I'm at the crib to massage you wit oil
He stay in stu so we neva go poor
I pick up kids so you hang wit ya girls
He missin' dates cuz he travel da globe
I'm talkin' shit cuz he neva propose
And he make excuse like tomorrow we go
Trust, communication, those vibrations
Fuck lust, illumination, outshine haters
Yes love, and we can make it
Those vibrations, yup love
Let's create it, good vibrations
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Writer(s): Morgan David Peszko
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