Noir

I'm fine thanks for asking
I'm gone lay in the backend
Of the car
So just drive me right to
The destination that we going
I think I know it
I'm gone daze off
The shades of grey wake up
It feeling fucking so
Noir
I'm smoking bogeys
Sipping 40s in the stars
I'm Corleone
Boy you phony you aint hard
I crack your doley make it part
And ya we coming in the dark
We play your strings just like guitar
We fuck it up we shade it noir
Cause the shit you seeing got no type of
Heart
Baby wanna go straight to the bar
Shit faced she crashed the car
This loud sticky just like tar
She pop a perc to heal her up
She might want damn

I love counting bands
Denim flown in from japan
I told her try it
She said damn
Make her buy it, she buy 10
Caught her crying buying her Benz
Sike
I aint holding hands
I aint the type of guy to just do what they say
I can give two fucks if you done got what they say
Just wait I'm gonna make
Ya I promise well all make it

Ya I promise well all make it
On my life hoe
To be honest fuck the feds
And fuck the world
We on a tight rope
My neck by like a light show
Slippy, Slidey
Ice pole
Drippy try to sight those
Cant cause its the night and it be

Noir
I'm smoking bogeys
Sipping 40s in the stars
I'm Corleone
Boy you phony you aint hard
I crack your doley make it part
And ya we coming in the dark
We play your strings just like guitar
We fuck it up we shade it noir
Cause the shit you seeing got no type of
Heart
Baby wanna go straight to the bar
Shit faced she crashed the car
This loud sticky just like tar
She pop a perc to heal her up
She might want damn



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Writer(s): Satchel Gore
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