SHLIDE AND I CAN'T EVEN PLAY A GUITAR!

Yeah Look I shilde for you baby Shlide on your dms and lie to you baby Faced all my fears and cry with you baby Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady Package your feeling in packets my lady Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately My name on your mind Twisting the vines Feeding of vibes Tangled up, intertwined stories climax too devine Writing my name on your thighs, yeah Painting your toes, pearly whites yeah We are too real to define yeah Prolly we next in line, yeah To be the billboards kissing skies, yeah Kissing on you on the ride Where got tucked the ride, yeah Bought extra bags with you but you don't need none I hate how you worry your mind I hate how you can't decide On what to bring along whenever we going up all night I shilde for you baby Shlide on your dms and lie with you baby Faced all my fears and cry for you baby Smoked up that good yeah I pass to you baby Drowning feels good I've been florishing lately Twisting my wood, lumberjack on a lady Package your feeling in packets my lady Bags under your eyes have been empty now lately Momma told me We gon be we gon' be good son We gon' be good son Momma told me We gon' be good son We gon' be good son We gon' be good We gon' be good