Im the Ocean
Maserati Party
Probly off the poppies
I done copped a shotty
I done fucked ya shawty
Bleedin cause Im flossy
I done lived in lobbies
I done took it out and I put it in her body
Oh they want a slugga but I won't touch no mortal
Going thru a portal shootin waterguns im squirtle
Double cup of purple
I'm a slow learner
I ain't tryna hurt nobody only tryna murder
I don't keep no clock on me cause I don't fuck with time
You can schedule all you wana Ima show up when its right
I be sluggin' I be sluggin' you gon' have to wait in line
Ooh I can't talk to these people its so stressful on my mind
I dont fuck with you
So put it in your two
Too glo'd up Im too glo'd up I won't pull up on you
Is it a check for me inside yo studio?
I don't even know you. Why would I give you the juice?
Why?
I got energy bleeding out of me
Oh they want to parasite the godly
Im the ocean you can pollute me
But ill always be there
Mother fuck these bitches I just do it for the check
So I can move out to an island
Where there dont be no damn body, weed is legal, Slugga Climbin'
Climbin' like a proto-human up there in the canopy
Im making up religions off the mushrooms
Stars they talk to me
Don't you talk to me
I keep it in my pocket
I can pull it if you want it
You gon' have to jump out on it
Ima spirit bomb ya hol' up hol' up while I charge it
Give a fuck about the planet
Yung and reckless
God damn it slugga slugga man
A hunnid gods and Ima kill 'em all
Probly off the poppies
I done copped a shotty
I done fucked ya shawty
Bleedin cause Im flossy
I done lived in lobbies
I done took it out and I put it in her body
Oh they want a slugga but I won't touch no mortal
Going thru a portal shootin waterguns im squirtle
Double cup of purple
I'm a slow learner
I ain't tryna hurt nobody only tryna murder
I don't keep no clock on me cause I don't fuck with time
You can schedule all you wana Ima show up when its right
I be sluggin' I be sluggin' you gon' have to wait in line
Ooh I can't talk to these people its so stressful on my mind
I dont fuck with you
So put it in your two
Too glo'd up Im too glo'd up I won't pull up on you
Is it a check for me inside yo studio?
I don't even know you. Why would I give you the juice?
Why?
I got energy bleeding out of me
Oh they want to parasite the godly
Im the ocean you can pollute me
But ill always be there
Mother fuck these bitches I just do it for the check
So I can move out to an island
Where there dont be no damn body, weed is legal, Slugga Climbin'
Climbin' like a proto-human up there in the canopy
Im making up religions off the mushrooms
Stars they talk to me
Don't you talk to me
I keep it in my pocket
I can pull it if you want it
You gon' have to jump out on it
Ima spirit bomb ya hol' up hol' up while I charge it
Give a fuck about the planet
Yung and reckless
God damn it slugga slugga man
A hunnid gods and Ima kill 'em all
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Writer(s): Charles Paul Bell
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