Moonlight (feat. Elle Monae)

It's a lot going on yo I might just blow a bag today Know I say it every day Hit the strip and dip to Donny Hathaway And I don't need to reason the ball It could just be Saturday With a freak bitch swear she a Saint look like a latter day Lisa Raye or Bonet I'm moving through the waves I create Way I surf feel like Kelly Slater in Bape You been struggling with your lady She asking me for a date I'm thinking she moving forward And you just jogging in place At least you staying in shape right I'm on her like some brake lights She crazy with the face and keep her lace tight Loosely lace the runners these Vomeros keep my base light And since my first take it ain't been shit that you can skip in sight First rule to the game, can't be lazy Niggas is faking cool we putting taxes on wavy Mack who drew up the play so for that your bastards can pay me And toss that ugly ass chain We clearly see that it's plated Cruising down the street in my six-four Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk This shit feels so right in the moonlight F*ck what they say if the grooves right Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive Cruising down the street in my six-four Ducking the bullshit like I'm Kimbo F*ck it, I'm hanging out the window Throw up the deuces to my kinfolk This shit feel so right in the moonlight F*ck what they say if the grooves right Doing 95 on the 95 I feel so alive I'm curving all the nonsense I'm chasing after every palm itch I'm Oppenheimer to this bomb shit My aura is immaculate, bask in it My confidence is massive and you niggas move like masochists I'm asking if the game is still intact I got Tens towards the free mind Pack it got me tree high Mack in town, It got them bitches buzzing like a beehive I'm active cause I need mine You lacking and they lapped you so your place is looking behind I don't understand the hubris that you niggas present Or getting enthused by all that bullshit you spit Your last fit made me sick to my stomach Your last bitch was a bummer You left your porch and all you was was a runner And I wonder if you don't see what we see It's easy for me to create a picture look like Marshall conceived I pray with my hands open cuz that's how you receive The way I click with the water thought I pardoned the sea it's P