Magic Hour (feat. Devin Route)

Everybody, hit me up It's Friday, what's up? Work's got me stressing Let's f*ck up the club Dapper's the dress code The Roley's a must Just grabbed the ganja So come take a puff Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm the master of my domain City lights shine on my bros Tailored my clothes Work hard, play hard My code Time to let go Where the f*ck did Thomas go? Mr. Steal Your Girl City lights shine on my bros Tailored my clothes Work hard, play hard My code Time to let go Bet your ass I'm rocking that Gucci double G belt Paired it with my True Religions Flick my wrist to flex the Yachtmaster rhodium dial Ferragamos I'm walking in I've brought my bag of tricks Upped the anti and I just can't resist I'm a stranger to sane But no stranger to fame You won't catch me off game Tonight I'm off the chain Although I'm truly enslaved Adrenaline fiend A finger presses my nares Stimulating my mesolimbic system Dopamine released into my synapse Do it for the esteem Do it for the Gram Relying on this shit So I can spit some game I promise I won't I touch it again for a while I'm too attached to admit I'm a deteriorating brainchild I'm a deteriorating brainchild I'm a deteriorating brainchild