Lyrics Oliver Francis – lofi 1

I don’t understand what’s going on
?
It’s uncanny, I’d never guess you were a robot

In some ‘Preme loafers, roll a o’ of doja on the sofa, aye

I ain’t tryna get too fucked up, 2 fours gonna pour 2 cups up
Boof pack gonna roll 2 blunts up
Shawty hit my phone like «ayye-yo what’s up?»
Fucking coughing like I got sleep apnea, she want bong rips, a blonde bitch in the passenger
A product of the shaolin since age ten, swifter with the sword than I am with the pen
Another rainy day in the ‘Preme pancho, and you can tell my haters ‘domo arigato.’
Yeah, ’cause all these kids off the shits B, yeah, new etnies jeans with the ripped knees

Yeaaah, sippin’ amaretto, hoes on my dick ’cause I look like Jared Leto
I’ve been balling since ’92, I’ve been chillin’ smoking marijuana by the ocean view. Ayy, how your ass fat as Khloe Kardashian?
How your mans ain’t broke but he just ain’t go no cash with him? My, flow ballistic, down with the sickness, hoes on my dick ’cause I look like Scott Disick
Champagne with the Act ’cause I like how it fizz
You ain’t balling like I’m balling, you ain’t fresh as I’m is
Beatrix Kiddo with the samurai sword, smoked out, loud pack in the Honda Accord

Yeah, Now I ain’t tryna get too fucked up, 2 fours gonna pour 2 cups up
Boof pack gonna roll 2 blunts up
Shawty hit my phone like «ayye-yo what’s up?»
Yeah, ’cause all these kids off the shits B, new etnies jeans with the ripped knees
So go and pour a little liquor in my chalice please, the fallacy is I ain’t got enough Palace tees, bitch