Pink Clouds

[Verse 1]
Ha, wave, my inner soul make a village glow
You could see the rib through my inner scope
Real grows but it feel cold
Give my spirit to the pen stroke, young Westbrook and the rim is low
Sweet ting with a fall through when I hit the Queen with the give and go
I've been gettin' close, I've been feelin' G.O.A.T
I’ll be in the mode with my pupils dilated
Take the beat and then annihilate it 'til the siren faded
[*Siren*]
Fuck a violation, I've been goin' places
It's no escapin' how I ride my wave and chasin' Percy Nills with no limitation
Carve a smile with thеy straight faces
Therapeutic, sеlf-medicated, I've been doin' fine for the low life
Seein' clear through the low lights
Straight gas with a stove light
Chasin' green, all I know is to gold, they seen my pro with it, show’s right
Third finger to my old life

[Chorus]
I can't lose (No-no)
Count up the blue (Count that)
Spin that, then reboot (Reboot)
Put on for the crew (Gang, gang)
It's a coupe (Vroom)
Don't got no roof (No-no)
So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, way up, heart race, poundin')
So I can shoot for the star beam (Sky-high)
So I can shoot
So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, heart race, poundin’, flip back)
So I can shoot (Sky-high) for the star beam
So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is, sky-high)
So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this)

[Verse 2]
I just hit the Brody, what you want?
I just copped myself a Lil'... map
To remind me where I'm from and where I'm goin'
And where I'm at
Oh, he trust shit out my two lips, I talk that true shit
I'm outchea tryna smell the roses while I'm still here
I'm at the crib-o gettin' toasted, (Lit) I'm off the dosage
My mind is glowin', set the blow up from how I molded
Never forfeit, must be clutch, huh? The way I close it
Takin' more than I can fold, (Flip it!) Watch it close here
You might pick up on the pro tip, I got the torch lit
They want my business to reside, rep by where they nose it
Give my image some distortion
Yeah
Bitch, I came from where the florist, Top Ramen bowl shit
I used to live all for the morsel, now I get portions
Since seventeen been on my lonesome, my life been cordless
But then I learned to carpe diem, now that shit lookin' gorgeous
2020 with the vision sharpened, decent job to come from where the void is
Wanna cop the crib with the cash bag, get the last laugh for no mortgage (Wave)
My mind spinnin' outta orbit (Yeah)
But right now, finna soul ride, flip the third finger to my old life

[Chorus]
I can't lose (No-no)
Count up the blue (Count that)
Spin that, then reboot (Reboot)
Put on for the crew (Gang, gang)
It's a coupe (Vroom)
Don't got no roof (No-no)
So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, way up, heart race, poundin')
So I can shoot for the star beam (Sky-high)
So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is)
So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this, move fast, heart race, poundin', flip back)
So I can shoot (Sky-high) for the star beam
So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is)
(Sky-high) So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this)