Bleachers

I left my phone in the bleachers
She fell in love so what, I know she ain't a keeper yeah
Painting pictures, Mona Lisa
All eyes on me bumping out my speakers yeah
I know we good but when you leaving?
Walk with my cookie kush, I'll smoke it by the evening yeah
And I'll get high, yeah!
Don't give a fuck bout what they think bout me don't ask about it
(Shh)
I ain't present here, don't bother ask about me (nah I ain't!)
My suntan on
My pool real blue
I swim real deep
Get good good news
My Marilyn shirt
That's fruit of the loom
Five for the fans (Ay)
Buy myself some booze (Ayy)
Imma drink tonight and I'm bringing out my goons (yeah)
And it's a mad pree tonight (that's the pree!)
I'm with my dawgs and it's a mad pree tonight (with my dawgs everyday)

Let me see one hand inna the sky!
Make it feel alright
Yes yes yes, yo
Yeah
It's a mad pree tonight (so mad)
I'm with my dawgs and it's a mad pree tonight yeah! yo! (so sad)
Bare vibes and energy (so sad)
Magnum and red stripe (so sad)
(Give me one 50 bag and a Craven A)



Credits
Writer(s): Arjermaine Espinosa
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