L'Eggo MY EGO
Why can't my
This
Angles startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce? why we playin' these games shawty
Is that ego?
Could it be?
I don't know
Idk
This
Picture lookin' incomplete
Whenever you and I compete in these childish games shawty
Is it our
...ego?
Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin' for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin' in my bed with the tv turned on
I just hit the gas boo, half a tank gone
High
I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation
Skin smooth like butter yeah
Make me a father yeah
...Shit smooth like butter yeah
Touch lips like butter yeah
And that new PlayStation yeah
Puts hits on brothas yeah
XP like water yeah
HP from water yeah
In bum fuck sittin' sideways
Been driftin' off, it's my thang
Babyyy
Baaaby
Hours on these sine waves
Should I
Touch grass and have folks wave to me
Maybe?
Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older?
Hate the small talk are we close to get closer in this Honda
Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on?
Can't get wrapped up in yo sheets baby
While you stealin' all my tees baby
That shaka from the flea market
Now it's fucked up from that bleached comet
Damn
This
Angles startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce? why we playin' these games shawty
Is that ego?
Could it be?
I don't know
Idk
This
Picture lookin' incomplete
Whenever you and I compete in these childish games shawty
Is it our
...ego?
Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin' for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin' in my bed with the tv turned on
I just hit the gas boo, half a tank gone
High
I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation
Skin smooth like butter yeah
Make me a father yeah
...Shit smooth like butter yeah
Touch lips like butter yeah
And that new PlayStation yeah
Puts hits on brothas yeah
XP like water yeah
HP from water yeah
In bum fuck sittin' sideways
Been driftin' off, it's my thang
Babyyy
Baaaby
Hours on these sine waves
Should I
Touch grass and have folks wave to me
Maybe?
Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older?
Hate the small talk are we close to get closer in this Honda
Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on?
Can't get wrapped up in yo sheets baby
While you stealin' all my tees baby
That shaka from the flea market
Now it's fucked up from that bleached comet
Damn
Credits
Writer(s): Krystin Landryn Watkins, Diederik Van Elsas
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