WONTON

[Chorus: SIROKA]
Team no sleep for a long time
Hood up, arms tucked in like a wonton
I got no choice
Yeah I ran out of options
Ran to the mosh pit to sort all the nonsense
Weighing on my conscience
Smoking big ganja to clear all of my nerves
Try to do my best just to end up feeling worse
Put myself out there, get kicked to the curb
Then the kid start to hurt, now my friends get concerned

[Verse 1: SIROKA]
Lesson learned
Big strut, big bird
Bad gift, returned
Bad bitch, she curve
That ass absurd, word
Make a big todo for the hell of it
In the room but you can’t avoid the elephant
I can tell it’s bullshit by the smell of it
I'ma let it go cause I know that I’m the bigger man
I been living life and I feel like a kid again
Let myself grow teach myself how to feel again
Keep it a hundred, fuck it keep it a million
Spend my days with myself getting higher than the ceiling fan
Keeping it honest I know I’m one in a billion

[Chorus: SIROKA]
Team no sleep for a long time
Hood up, arms tucked in like a wonton
I got no choice
Yeah I ran out of options
Ran to the mosh pit to sort all the nonsense
Weighing on my conscience
Smoking big ganja to clear all of my nerves
Try to do my best just to end up feeling worse
Put myself out there, get kicked to the curb
Then the kid start to hurt, now my friends get concerned

[Verse 2: Endio]
Notice
I ain’t text back, I’m sweating
Focused on racks, my name brand clothing
Know this
I was down bad but up for her
Foldin' at her every notion
Romantics with loco motives
Our antics draw commotion
Like locomotives
Got curved, by her so hard
My head doing donuts
And heart twisted like lotus
Lately, I been hearing buzzing
Static’s a lie
But I’m channeling something
Time to pass the weed out
All doubt and assumptions
I’m higher than average, Joe
They buzzed I’m budding
On god
Bitch I ain’t your type
Hear some shit you won’t like
You ain’t getting that ring like Bron Bron
I’m fucking night one
Fuck if you the right one
Need heat for the night like a Taun-Taun
Then I’m long gone
Next week, new freak, same ole song
It’s a wrap in this bitch, I’m a born star
And that’s a wrap on her ass, wonton

[Chorus: SIROKA]
Team no sleep for a long time
Hood up, arms tucked in like a wonton
I got no choice
Yeah I ran out of options
Ran to the mosh pit to sort all the nonsense
Weighing on my conscience
Smoking big ganja to clear all of my nerves
Try to do my best just to end up feeling worse
Put myself out there, get kicked to the curb
Then the kid start to hurt, now my friends get concerned