Float
Zone in, zone in
Lately, I've been zoned
Zone in, zone in
Lately, I've been zoned
I've been zoned
Zone in, zone in, zone (I've been)
I've been, I've been
Lately, I've been zone in, zone in, zone
I've been zoned (zoned)
You've got me open, open, oh
Girl, you got me oh (oh)
Girl, you got me open, open
Girl, you got me oh (oh)
And now we're floating, floating
And now we float
And now we're floating, hmm
And now we float (and now we float)
Oh
Face scarred I'm really the boy who lived
Quiet one is dangerous, when I turned up in this bitch
Mister who you really know go hard like logo
One at one hopping at the Fodor no logos
Serious face in all the photos
'Cause the kid no joke, crack a few smiles
Still, the bitches are in the bank though
I need payroll escrow till we at the jungle-like pesos
Now we could get lose with it
Turn this whole mother fucking place out
We could be a stand-up, we could get laid out
This Helena crib looking like a safe house
Way out, space-time
Bitch gon' ask me if we could face time, they slime
Don't you know that we really don't know these hoes
Hurdles in it for the wine and the waistline to the baseline
Wallow with the tongue out, I feel like Jordan on the baseline
See the souls on a hangtime
See the gall in the grill, and most of the g's in the folk in the south for the hard times
Hide, let them all
Hide, let them all
Momma, I've been up late
Just to let 'em see your sunshine
Lately, I've been zoned
Zone in, zone in
Lately, I've been zoned
I've been zoned
Zone in, zone in, zone (I've been)
I've been, I've been
Lately, I've been zone in, zone in, zone
I've been zoned (zoned)
You've got me open, open, oh
Girl, you got me oh (oh)
Girl, you got me open, open
Girl, you got me oh (oh)
And now we're floating, floating
And now we float
And now we're floating, hmm
And now we float (and now we float)
Oh
Face scarred I'm really the boy who lived
Quiet one is dangerous, when I turned up in this bitch
Mister who you really know go hard like logo
One at one hopping at the Fodor no logos
Serious face in all the photos
'Cause the kid no joke, crack a few smiles
Still, the bitches are in the bank though
I need payroll escrow till we at the jungle-like pesos
Now we could get lose with it
Turn this whole mother fucking place out
We could be a stand-up, we could get laid out
This Helena crib looking like a safe house
Way out, space-time
Bitch gon' ask me if we could face time, they slime
Don't you know that we really don't know these hoes
Hurdles in it for the wine and the waistline to the baseline
Wallow with the tongue out, I feel like Jordan on the baseline
See the souls on a hangtime
See the gall in the grill, and most of the g's in the folk in the south for the hard times
Hide, let them all
Hide, let them all
Momma, I've been up late
Just to let 'em see your sunshine
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Hinton, Darin James, Jerome Logan
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