Sync
Imma part ways, cut it off anyways got my own thing too
All them boys ready for the war, got that drum n' bass thumpin' out the stu'
It was going at the club, syncing up I'm fuckin' with the rhythm of the room
Ain't no devil get close, yeah I'm flying real high and you know that's true
Sticked to seem true, just like religion
How it fit? He got description
They was out to get me
Demon agents tried to fill in human form
Or through means of prescription
I wasn't fuckin' with that
Had 'em gassed, now I'm ghost
Ass is grass, grass is greener on the other side
Had to cut 'em loose, in the booth lonesome, and deluded by the ties
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50 (Uh)
Feeling like I'm lucid woah
Feeling like I'm doing that hoe
Feeling like I'm in control
Fuck up the club, yeah I'm with my woes
In the city dodging 12
Is you listening, is you listening?
Cause the city has gone to war
I'm a menace, yes I meant it
I'm an angel, I'm a devil, I'm sinner, I'm a savior
Keep your head up, get your cash up
Don't you litter, don't you save her
Save yourself, cut her off
No third parties, imitators
Stealing swag, shit is trash
I'm a sailor, I'm a captain
What you been on years ago
I drift apart from what's not clear as me
No disturbing peace like seriously, you think you hurting me?
Imma part ways, cut it off anyways got my own thing too
All them boys ready for the war, got that drum n' bass thumpin' out the stu'
It was going at the club, syncing up I'm fuckin' with the rhythm of the room
Ain't no devil get close, yeah I'm flying real high and you know that's true
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50 (Uh)
Feeling like I'm lucid woah
Feeling like I'm doing that hoe
Feeling like I'm in control
Fuck up the club, yeah I'm with my woes
All them boys ready for the war, got that drum n' bass thumpin' out the stu'
It was going at the club, syncing up I'm fuckin' with the rhythm of the room
Ain't no devil get close, yeah I'm flying real high and you know that's true
Sticked to seem true, just like religion
How it fit? He got description
They was out to get me
Demon agents tried to fill in human form
Or through means of prescription
I wasn't fuckin' with that
Had 'em gassed, now I'm ghost
Ass is grass, grass is greener on the other side
Had to cut 'em loose, in the booth lonesome, and deluded by the ties
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50 (Uh)
Feeling like I'm lucid woah
Feeling like I'm doing that hoe
Feeling like I'm in control
Fuck up the club, yeah I'm with my woes
In the city dodging 12
Is you listening, is you listening?
Cause the city has gone to war
I'm a menace, yes I meant it
I'm an angel, I'm a devil, I'm sinner, I'm a savior
Keep your head up, get your cash up
Don't you litter, don't you save her
Save yourself, cut her off
No third parties, imitators
Stealing swag, shit is trash
I'm a sailor, I'm a captain
What you been on years ago
I drift apart from what's not clear as me
No disturbing peace like seriously, you think you hurting me?
Imma part ways, cut it off anyways got my own thing too
All them boys ready for the war, got that drum n' bass thumpin' out the stu'
It was going at the club, syncing up I'm fuckin' with the rhythm of the room
Ain't no devil get close, yeah I'm flying real high and you know that's true
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50
Is you fuckin' with me?
Is you iffy fuckin' with me?
Need my pockets hundred thousand
Times buck fifty, feel like 50 (Uh)
Feeling like I'm lucid woah
Feeling like I'm doing that hoe
Feeling like I'm in control
Fuck up the club, yeah I'm with my woes
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Writer(s): Matthew Roldan
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