Cozy Camomile

Cozy camomile Fruit-eating, smoking hella weed Crossing state lines with Goody Bags Droppin hella heat Go into business for myself That's every man's dream A foreign car, a bitch like Ms. Minaj (Boy you crazy) Vacation to Tulum, different grammar I'm from OT, Italian restaurants is where we eat Travel overseas They my drain my energy There's no relief, wish you ain't f*ck wit me Reasonable with yo company I'm well adjusted to this life Can't let it stress me out Took a road trip, then go about the scenic route Choices make the person No can mistake breed a man Evaluate your the plans Write down your goals Now what's top ten Pictures of the Urus brought me to a different bag Wrecked without insurance Pure love is what we always lacked Ohio was testament but we switched the scenery Back and forth to Lansing In that yellow thing like Bumblebee Patent leather seats, we still fantasize the G-Wagon Gray interior, superior to deep passion Put that shit on everyday, like it's routine now Too busy folding merch Wet shirt to get the get crease out I went in circles with this little of mine I owe it to myself to get up everyday and grind Wake up every morning Smoke my blunt and then I chill Get dressed and hop in route Drinkin' Cozy Camomile Rose Gold, make it rain all day I'm tapped out, still determined to make it home safe My body comes first, it's getting ugly out here Don't feel like Sundays no more Feel no more praises in the air No family dinners on this side, watch the Lord sigh I already told the Lord what I want and he said why You gonna take that power and go nuts I already know you son Wins on wins, whatever is I'm one of them chosen ones Lil' nigga you better eat but don't be food Fix ya posture, you a man Inside this world full of fools Who the best around Decade of my love got under snubbed by broken trust Now it's a must that I must be understood Give me the courage to fight, I'm in a dark place What's crazier, it's lighter now I suffered heartbreak I suffered no money I suffered lost faith A lonely desperado knockin' on Heaven's Gates Patent leather seats, we still fantasize the G-Wagon Gray interior, superior to deep passion Put that shit on everyday, like it's routine now Too busy folding merch Wet shirt to get the get crease out I went in circles with this little of mine I owe it to myself to get up everyday and grind Wake up every morning Smoke my blunt and then I chill Get dressed and hop in route Drinkin' Cozy Camomile