Foggy

Quick, quick to move around if they moving wishy washy
Canceled reservations to ya pity party
She said I beat it like Morse Code
Shout-out to DJ, if it don't got a barcode you can get it off me
Dreams of writing writtens while I'm in a Audi
they best, best friend in the club how these bitches lost me
In a room full of love I'm the biggest softy
The streets 'll get you nonexistent so they get the hard me
Life is a phone plan, every minute costly
This is not a cartoon but it's just fairly odd G, how
Niggas 'll wish you well then turn poison ivy
All that negative energy I need it from by me
Fuck all that keeping your enemies closer
She plotting ya downfall yall sipping mimosas
These days hate is a fetish, and empathy's brokered
They won't give you ya credit, though yo interest is lower
Wrote a letter to Congress when I send it it's over
Ay he punch like Gervonta and the penmanship potent
How the tone is so Andre and the lyrics is Moses
All I need is a staff and I could part me a Red Sea
Riding a wave gon make you fall off the jet ski
In a pool full of sharks, everybody thinking fresh meat
And you are
Yea
Difference 'tween me and you is you wanna be seen
I wanna be felt
You know what I mean
Do you need you some help
I had me a dream
That they never learned
You talked out yo turn
Go get me my belt
Yea

Had a convo with Ms. Hill, she told me kill em softly
knocking shit up out the park cuz Tony pitch it lofty
I'm not letting niggas sleep, I keep getting coffee
They say practice what you preach and now I'm feeling godly
I start setting my intentions ain't no fucking probably's
This that shit you put on when yo vision getting foggy
This is not that heavy filter that you see on IG
This a seance on the beat, I get you out ya body
This a seance on the beat, I get you out ya body



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Woods
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