Over Sleezy - Vegas Flamingo (feat. Squidessential, J Koozie & Lemmedoya)

I just wanna roll back, put my toes to the ground
I'm trippin' ball sacks, meltin' into the crowd
They didn't know, jack, chasin' down the sound
It's on the low, and I don't wanna go
But I should, could if I would, but I can't stand up for the life of me
Two dice on the wood, that's the night for me
Tongue to the fang like I bite to bleed
Dumb in the brain, puttin' pipes to dreams
Some say I'm alright and I fight to be
I light the weed, Squid hype the beat
P-Lane turn Vegas to Cypher Street
Sin be the city, rippin' a spliff while I'm grippin' a 50
So swifty, Minnesota sent me to run up your tank till it's empty
I flip on the pace like a 10-speed
Get ripped all the way to the next week
It's so damn cold, but I don't feel it in my bones
I got so drunk the Uber took me home
Ride, passin' back the green he's in the know
Light, shinin' through my eyes and in my dome
I think the city took away my soul
Still I float in the ocean, steady, tokin' a potion
Get ready, zoned and I'm hopin
These ghosts explode like confetti
Just Squid and friends in the Chevy
Quick speed, cops wouldn't let me
Good grief, we're all pinchin' pennies
You sheep, we're all gettin' buried too deep
I'm a little misfit, quick like a parking ticket
Off the rip, so prolific, persist
We so consistent, it's quick and it's so illicit
It's swift, how could you miss it
A zip is what you're liftin
Shit, that's your conviction
I'm in the zone
Get trophies, I'm at home, I'm layin' prone
Shred tires in the beater, swervin' cones
Just wired new speakers, hit the road
Money tired, feelin' cheaper eat at home
You can catch me in the four-door, kickin' out the floorboards
No mirrors, cause I'm only movin' forwards
No time, cause you only gettin' four words
Been hungry, man, gimme all the hors d'oeuvres
Peace of mind when I kiss the sky
Livin' now, but I was born to die
Yeah, I seen some shit, but won't testify
I'm gon' plead the fifth, remain mystified
And I'm headin' out
Dodge bad traffic on the daily route
Stats past average, you can pay me out
Bars way savage, you can't play me out
Old man habits, I stay in the house
Snacks, yeah, I grab it, I be in the couch
Style stay rabid foam up in my mouth
P-Lane habit, it ain't been, no doubts
No, it ain't been, no doubts
Yo, back at it again like a flashback
Back at it like I forgot a hashtag
I take a trip with the drip off the plane
To a lane, slow drain to my brain, that's the jet lag
Briefcase in a Cadillac
Top down as I cruise around Bum Mac
Blood pourin' out my nose, that's a fun fact
Funeral the vibe when the track die, run it back
Faces laughin', I'm in trouble
Lights be flashin', seein' double
Think I'm crashin', I might fumble
Here's some tabs, just take a couple
I-I-I think I'm too high
Feed birds in the sky
Think I'm losin' my mind
Think I'm rolling out of sight

Written by:
Brandon Pontillo, Christopher Arnold, Dustin Husted, Justin Arnold

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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