E.G.B.O. - Afterworld

Dizzy in the mind
But it fizzy in my cup
Gotta shawty on my line
And I'm tryna see was up
Me and the homies tryna dip
We gon pull back to the base
Bring your bad tings through
We gon stay up late

Lookin like Harden with the shot
Looking like Harden with the sauce
If you see Jimmy go Harden
You gon see a Houston Rocket take off

Looks like ya dripping on ya sneakers
Looks like you dripping in ya neck
But you looks can be deceiving
But it looks like your still impressed

Looks like you secured the bag
But exactly how is it you ballin
You forgot to take off the tag
Or did you leave it there on purpose

Looks like ya goofy in the gram
But it looks like you chill in person
You looking like a funny man on ig
But seriously pulling baddies in person

I'm talking 3 tings in the bathroom blowing on they nose
2 tings under curtains taking off they clothes
1 ting in her feelings and she blown up my phone
How you tryna turn me off when you see Im on one
I'm using all the senses we don't got in common

I'm talking 3 tings in the bathroom blowing on they nose
2 tings under curtains taking off they clothes
1 ting in her feelings and she blown up my phone
How you tryna call me when you see I'm in the zone
I'm not your man I'm his alter ego ego

Dizzy in the mind
But it fizzy in my cup
Gotta shawty on my line
And I'm tryna see was up
Me and the homies in tryna dip
We gon pull back to the base
Bring your bad tings through
We gon stay up late

Oh shit hold my cup
I'm hitting this milly rock
She meeting us at the crib
Its going down like Young Joc
Hi there nice to meet ya's
Showin Gentlemen Features
But give this nigga attitude
And its goodbye Felicia
At this time of night you'll
See this type of creatures
I'm not tryna have wife
Or sleep alone either
I'm not just void of all my morals
They're completely ethered
I'm mode cootchi seeker
I'm mode game spitter
Listen my mission is distinctive
Tryna cut what you thinking
Not down for no civil war
Was hoping that we was Lincoln
With all of yo thotties huh
Y'all look like y'all party huh
Y'all look like y'all party what?
She say she on molly bruh
You offer them drinks
But they only drinking ciroq and punch
You offer them gas
But they only take it through popper-blunts
She cocked that thing back
Like she bout to throw a hail mary
Lord have mercy these after-hours get very scary
These nighttime decisions
I'll reconcile in day minutes
If you gon miss heaven
Why do it by two inches
On money and new bitches
And other real nigga wishes
It is what it is no point tryna over think it
You wanna know the difference
You wanna know the difference
We both looked in the abyss
But your eyes were blinked
I'm titanic slumped on God I'm sinking
What was I thinking... What was I thinking

Written by:
Egbo Nwaesei

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