Tuscan White

Talk to me nice
Oh what a run this is one hell of a life
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice
But talk to me nice
Know I just land but I gotta catch a flight
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice

Sea bass from the Mediterranean
Gemini mood swings from a Sagitarian
S class E class that's a lot of classes
The drip is forever like molasses
Keycards to underground garages
To elevators of Penthouse menages
On thé beach in Nice the water fountain bleu
Im sipping champagne like it's Mountain Dew
I stay classy like Erik Estrada
The Culinan cloudy from Liga Privada
Yacht party in St Tropez model overboard
Dinner is catered the closet coutured
I lit one on the corner of Le Méridien
5000 miles from the Caribbean
Panoramic balcony nothing obstruct the view
Updated flight plans so ou le lieu

Talk to me nice
Oh what a run this is one hell of a life
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice
But talk to me nice
Know I just land but I gotta catch a flight
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice

Helicopter rides from NCE to Monte Carlo
Architecture designs from Tulio Lombardo
Chayo told me keep writing until you manifest it
Who knew only you could block your blessing
When I was young I always want bimmers and Bentley
These days I'm customizing A220s
Different shades of lipsticks on my dinner coat
Yow Dre, we go need a bigger boat
Evian and Euros all over the dresser
This my fourth model I call her Tesla
Blowing smoke from Monaco to Menton
She wanna the roc on her hand like Jarren Benton
It's the ROC
She said have some decency we at the Regency
Drinking champagne lighting up Khalifa leaf
I laughed so hard cause what she said was true
Then we picked her friend up from Radisson blu

Talk to me nice
Oh what a run this is one hell of a life
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice
But talk to me nice
Know I just land but I gotta catch a flight
My cup over floweth and my mind and soul at peace
Sipping Tuscan White somewhere of the coast of Nice



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Smith
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