motives

What's up Rick, I've been calling you all day

And you haven't been answering, bro

Anyways, I'm sick of these fucking parties

And we need a good buzz around

I'm talking hoppin' off the wall buzz

Just absolutely crazy of the nut mate

You know?

Yeah, I'm sick of going to these parties

Sick of going to these motives

Bi- bi, bitch, I'm sipping on Bacardi

Swear I don't have a notion

Yeah, pull up to your girl's house

And I leave her wetter than the ocean

What, boulder came through with the Henny

So now we're just sipping on potions

Roll up a spliff of the good gas

Baby, it's oh-so potent

Yeah, poppin' a yip, I feel like a tyre

I won't stop rollin

Yeah, I'm on a flight

I'm on a flight going straight out to Poland

Yeah, she like to chill with me

She say I boost her oxytocin

On the beat and I'm floating

I make music, it's hitting your colons

I'm good, I'm golden

Which afters are we goin' to?

Yeah, my phone keep blowing up

I'm still gonna keep showing up

And I'm gonna keep growing up

So I may as well keep rolling up

I'm sick of going to these parties

Sick of going to these motives

Man I'm sipping on Bacardi

Swear I don't have a notion

Pull up to your girl's gaff

And I leave her wetter than the ocean

Boulder came through with the Henny

So now we're just sipping on potions