Letras
Uh, lemon twist talk in a tangerine scene
Phone light blinkin' like it's spillin' caffeine
Shirt all wrinkled but the stance too mean
Socks mismatched but the angle clean
Skate through doubt in a mango mood
Numbers in the air like I tossed my food
Peel back days like a citrus feud
Juice drip slow on a midday cruise
Clock wind backer when I play it cool
Smile don't move but it bend no rules
No red sign on my boulevard
That smooth glitch loop got me seein' stars
Yeah, I dial like pulp in the mix
Spin so bright, no need to fix
Flavor on deck, no label glitch
Sip that groove with a sideways twitch
Got zest in my step, no pit in the pitch
Mood so ripe it don't need a switch
Voicemail full of that sweet tart style
Rings all gold when I hit that dial
Drop one lime in the punch bowl chat
Talk got weird, now they echo that
Hands in jam like a toast gone bad
Still moonwalkin' on a sidewalk ad
Cantaloupe tone with a rhyme that bounce
Whole week cooked in a discount pouch
Low hum ride in a beat-up cloud
And I still spit truth like I'm not that loud
Ayy, they ain't seen the twist I hold
Peel back layers just to flex that fold
Talk in fruit but I move in stealth
Sweet in tone, still bad for health
Yeah, I dial like pulp in the mix
Spin so bright, no need to fix
Flavor on deck, no label glitch
Sip that groove with a sideways twitch
Got zest in my step, no pit in the pitch
Mood so ripe it don't need a switch
Voicemail full of that sweet tart style
Rings all gold when I hit that dial
Laughed at the static, kept my core
Orange-toned voice in a folklore store
Beat hit soft like a melon in June
Spoke too smooth, had to switch that tune
Tangerine buzz on a peach day drift
Hand on the knob like I'm settin' that lift
No cheat code, just a crisp lil' shift
Mouth full of puns and a citrus gift
Three-day-old smoothie still in play
Flip that lid, let the pulp decay
But the flow stay fresh in a funky way
Box logo smirk with a lime bouquet
Hang on the line with a kiwi pause
Clock hand circle like applause
I ain't pressed but the press might call
If the beat feel weird, I'ma dial it all
That ringtone sound like a coin drop loop
Groove too strange for the basic troop
Fruits in hand, no market shelf
I dial that beat just to find myself
Yeah, I dial like pulp in the mix
Spin so bright, no need to fix
Flavor on deck, no label glitch
Sip that groove with a sideways twitch
Got zest in my step, no pit in the pitch
Mood so ripe it don't need a switch
Voicemail full of that sweet tart style
Rings all gold when I hit that dial