moonshine

Aye bro I'm bout to

I'm bout to put you on bro (wha)

Look, look

I just made this song

Like I- I woke up like at 3 am, I made the beat, you feel me

I just finished recording, all that bullshit right (nigga)

I made it, I really think you'd like it

(Is it gone be trash bruh)

No it's not trash, why would it be trash

Why would I tell you to check out trash bro, like

You really gonna try me like that? C'mon bruh

(I mean I ain't fuck with ya other shit that's why I'm saying)

I know, I know

Just listen, just listen, just listen

(Whatever)

Really really, really really want a bag

For u niggas this a hobby this a brag

But for me this a test, I hope I pass

Cause if I don't, ill take my life and get it back

Know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag

Know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag

Know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag

Know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag

Really really

Really really want a bag

For u niggas this a hobby this a brag

But for me this a test, I hope I pass

Cause if I don't, I'll take my life and get it back

You're what the moon feels like

Baby, you're what the moon feels like

What the moon feels like

To me, to me

You're what the moon feels like

Baby, you're what the moon feels like

Yea, what the moon feels like

To me, to me

You're what the moon feels like (really really, really really want a bag)

Baby, you're what the moon feels like (for u niggas this a hobby this a brag)

Yea, what the moon feels like (but for me this a test, I hope I pass)

To me, to me (cause if I don't, ill take my life and get it back)

You're what the moon feels like (know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)

Baby, you're what the moon feels like (know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)

Yea, what the moon feels like (know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)

To me, to me (know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)

Really really, really really want a bag

Oh, I want a bag

Yes I want a bag

Moon, please give me a bag

Oh yeah

(Ooh)

You're what the moon feels like

Baby, you're what the moon feels like

Yea, what the moon feels like

To me, to me

You're what the moon feels like

Baby, you're what the moon feels like

Yea, what the moon feels like

To me, to me

Ok, my heads out the window

He whipping it fast

My feet on the seat

And I'm wanting you bad

Head on the roof and I'm feeling the draft

The trees get to laughing at me and I'm sad

But faces in everything that's where we at

I gotta do this shit

I got a passion

Chiefing the L can u muhfuckin pass it

Life is a bitch that I have imagined

Core memory

Speaking of fantasies

I got a long road

Road ahead of me

I'm singing my- oh shit hold on

117

Yes I'll keep it a buck

Keep it a hundred

I wanna be

Your idol

Your idol

Not enemies

Your idol

Your idol

Not enemies

Your idol

Your idol

Not enemies

Baby, you're what the moon feels like

To me