Late Checkout

Fold you over Back shots in the morning Wake you up like Folgers On my arm I hold you You gone be my soldier I'm gone hold you down Thom Browne penny loafers I know you love my style Blowing racks at Saks Fifth Fucking up the traffic Never falling backwards If I fall it's forward Never rolling over Weight of world on shoulders You would never know it Look how well i hold it You massage it make it Comfortable That's why I f*ck with you We f*ck and function too And skipped a bunch of bull Treat Nobu like lunch able That's what we fucking do We taking trips that people do on Honeymoons Dior on my shoes But these some Jordan's fool Never played no games Never been a fool Know about my past But my future's you