Sour Pucker

Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, I'm like-
Why the long face for? Huh
I'm from a different planet
Call it phase four
What's with all the sour looks?
Well, go ahead and read me like a book
(Yeah)

Most of y'all never get passed the covers
Or read the first sentence
Andre even mentioned
That Charlie Brown segment
For mis hermanos
We stick to transparency
Not messing with no
Back door conspiracy
You sad sour puckers
Huh? Huh?

Calm collected till they lose the cool
Just don't crack under pressure
You're navigating fine
Despite the ass crazy weather
Huh huh? We Fly high
While feeling low
Don't get it twisted we
We took those negative thoughts
And get them repo'd Avoiding
Fatal turned tables

Just embracing mi vida
Con un bueno vista
I got got my feet up
You sad sour puckers
With an Anita
You sad sour puckers
Out in Bonita
You sad sour puckers
In other words
(A mamacita)

You sad sour puckers wouldn't know the difference
From coincidence
And heaven sent
My Ambitions getting bigger
Behind the scene
Convos getting bitter
Hits of dopamine adrenaline
Got me out the cage I'm in
Just be careful with the Benjamin's
Money equals power
Turning any sweet face into sour

You Sad Sour Puckers
You Sad Sour Puckers
You Sad Sour Puckers
You Sad Sour Puckers

Such a shame...



Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Ramlet, Francisco Mendez
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