Bluejay - Violet (Remix)

Fried out my mind, in the mile high club with the pilot
Fuck 100 bands, 100 Graham kill the beat then rewind it
Turn it all to gold, you know that's a fact
Midas touch when ya boy go up to bat
Always hit a homer, zero strikes, all day
I'm better when I'm lit, I guess you can call me flambe
Had to pop by and just vibe real quick, had to just flex on my violet shit
Workin' on it 24/7, no days off, I'ma buy a jet and you can wave to me at takeoff
Ask the homie Connor man, he'll tell you what the deal is
I'ma roll a blunt and challenge Snoop to a bake off
Call me Chef Ramsey, all y'all are pansies
Have ya momma call me, I think she forgot her panties
Hold up, I ain't mean no disrespect
I'm just sayin', Ya need to keep ya tone in check
Yeah, ya boy pansexual, ya know what that means
Who want a free colonoscopy?
Yo, anyone can get it any day of the week
I'ma need proof of purchase, lemme see the receipt
When I blow the fuck up, ya gonna see what I mean
You can never really win until you've seen defeat
Fried out my mind, in the mile high club with the pilot
Fuck 100 bands, 100 Graham kill the beat then rewind it
Turn it all to gold, you know that's a fact
Midas touch when ya boy go up to bat
Always hit a homer, zero strikes, all day
I'm better when I'm lit, I guess you can call me flambe
Yo, who wants to play some D&D
Lowkey, I been lookin' for some D in me
Highkey, I struggle with sobriety, gotta keep my brain numb or it fights with me
Just tokin' on the daily, drinkin' with the boys
Anything I can to try to block out all the noise
It's only a temporary fix, I know that, but till I find a better one all I got is Jack
I'ma take it to bat, at the drop of a hat
I'm not slowin' till I'm 42, I'll break the bat in half before I do that
I thought you knew that
Think I'm bluffin' then you must've gone J-Cat
I can tell you're nervous, see you sweatin' anti-tank rounds
If you're really lucky then I might give you a reach around
Maybe the next time I'm in town, we can hang out
Only time I'm hangin' out is when I whip my thang out
Fried out my mind, in the mile high club with the pilot
Fuck 100 bands, 100 Graham kill the beat then rewind it
Turn it all to gold, you know that's a fact
Midas touch when ya boy go up to bat
Always hit a homer, zero strikes, all day
I'm better when I'm lit, I guess you can call me flambe, bitch

Written by:
JayDen Clarke

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