Ey Pico
Try to catch my jiggle
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
Ey
Night out be like
Wake up, put your Nikes on
Likes it's that day
Do your dance girl
I'm a hide out
No more nights out,
For the lost soul
Get your ass up
Move a nightshift
Better give up,
Like it's that day
Pull a sick move
She might come through
Different breaks now
for these fake clowns
(Ay)
Simple as it is
Suck it dry and that get out of my business
Baby make sure that you ain't in your feelings
Let it go, I don't want none of your children
Now
Get out the car
I ain't your uber
Chances are low, baby don't you go scuba
Diving alone
Baby salute
Tequila got me flying back to my roots
Cowboy aesthetic, bought air Jordon boots
Keep it a pack, don't want none of your smoke
I don't want none of your smoke
Ey pico
Try to catch my jiggle
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
I'm a try to catch a bag
I'm a
Ey Pico
Pocket full, why did you send me
Money don't change how I spend me
Dropped a bag on a few bottles of pain
Now I'm the who's one looking empty
Get out the way
This chick making moves
Eggs running loose
My yolk on it's way
But I might catch the flu
Now I'm outside
Walk to the shrine
ABC give me the news
Follow the boots
Load up the sack
Spend it on shoes
She giving me eyes
Eyes on the low
That's how I now
That's how I now she's alright
That's how I now she'll be fine
Even if I get the lime
Don't worry I know that she lied
Sight down tight
Wait, let her recover
Oh my god pop another for the feeling
Safety guards keep me from crashing into some ones ceiling
Light another pack, I'm really asking for your smoke
Now, I just saw a ghost
Now
Ey pico
Try to catch my jiggle
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
I'm a try to catch a bag
I'm a
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
Ey
Night out be like
Wake up, put your Nikes on
Likes it's that day
Do your dance girl
I'm a hide out
No more nights out,
For the lost soul
Get your ass up
Move a nightshift
Better give up,
Like it's that day
Pull a sick move
She might come through
Different breaks now
for these fake clowns
(Ay)
Simple as it is
Suck it dry and that get out of my business
Baby make sure that you ain't in your feelings
Let it go, I don't want none of your children
Now
Get out the car
I ain't your uber
Chances are low, baby don't you go scuba
Diving alone
Baby salute
Tequila got me flying back to my roots
Cowboy aesthetic, bought air Jordon boots
Keep it a pack, don't want none of your smoke
I don't want none of your smoke
Ey pico
Try to catch my jiggle
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
I'm a try to catch a bag
I'm a
Ey Pico
Pocket full, why did you send me
Money don't change how I spend me
Dropped a bag on a few bottles of pain
Now I'm the who's one looking empty
Get out the way
This chick making moves
Eggs running loose
My yolk on it's way
But I might catch the flu
Now I'm outside
Walk to the shrine
ABC give me the news
Follow the boots
Load up the sack
Spend it on shoes
She giving me eyes
Eyes on the low
That's how I now
That's how I now she's alright
That's how I now she'll be fine
Even if I get the lime
Don't worry I know that she lied
Sight down tight
Wait, let her recover
Oh my god pop another for the feeling
Safety guards keep me from crashing into some ones ceiling
Light another pack, I'm really asking for your smoke
Now, I just saw a ghost
Now
Ey pico
Try to catch my jiggle
Walk your feet and do your dance
Light another for the fans
Light another for the Stans
Do your magic without hands
This might be your perfect chance
I'm a try to catch a bag
I'm a
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Writer(s): Simon Nagl
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