Ben Mattke - Glow^

Glow^ by Ben Mattke

I think I’m ready for a Glow-Up
Imma a take it like a hold up
Put the money in the bag
Imma keep it like swag
Imma spend it on some dope
Put some money where there’s hope
Cuz the booze just ain’t doing it no more
I need some hardcore, fuck-me-up drugs to fly me to the moon
Because this earth just ain’t enough
What happened to what’s real? I don’t like the feels
Shit, these drugs help me deal, and no, not pharmaceuticals, I’m talking Mary Jane, and edibles, and Magic Chocolate bars, and Crown Royal, and coolers of Coors Light, and bottles of red and whites, and little powder bags wrapped-up real tight

If it wasn’t that good, why’d you wanna do it twice last night?
If it ain’t good for you, why does it feel so right?
I just don’t trust the Sales Reps, pushing pills and stacking cents
The rich get richer, and those family dimes should be spent like this,
To buy a brand-new John Deere, to clear some land and make it home right here
Make this land right here, home, I didn’t make this; I’m making it right now
This is live now, one-take, cuz I’m ballin’ out, and I like it real, and my life ain’t disturbing, and no, it ain’t easy, but I got this glass of Bourbon, I got so much dope and toys, and we can make noise, and we can go high, yeah, we fly like all the time, and imma keep the key, pass it over to me, lit—Rollin’ in the brand-new Silverado, fixed, big boss, big brand-new, trucking the heartland, turn into a real man, ballin’ out on Instagram, and rocking on my TikTok, you didn’t know I’m this hot, used to only go hard, and now I’m smashin’ in limousines in the front yard on my private lake on 240; rolling hills, big trees and suntan fields, summertime in the sunshine, and she’s hot, like my sick rhymes, I don’t keep on the low, that’s the overflow, and I hold the dough, ain’t got no stress no more, I rock-out, I’m free, shit, I be doin’ me

If it wasn’t that good, why’d you wanna do it twice last night?
If it ain’t good for you, why does it feel so right?
And you know what happens next
We’re fucking with the stars

Imma big boy turning to a man
She said I ain't gotta fan
And I didn’t have to think twice
She was looking so nice
With them cut-off jeans
And that barely-bikini, with those braided pigtails
Wrapped tight, like she playing ball
Ray-Bans reflecting on that summer day, we had it all
We drove all the way to the Falls
We talked some real talk, took a real walk
And way out in the boondocks
I said we can have it all
She said no, we got it all
She came close
And then we started to Glow
And the next thing we know, shit
We’re fucking with the stars
And if I wasn’t that dude, why’d you do me thrice last night?
If I wasn’t good for you, why does it feel so right?

I think I see Mars
Reflecting off your eyes in this bright blue sky
Reflecting off your eyes in this hot blue summer night
Lightning crashing in, shooting stars flying wild
‘Cross this stone clear skyline
Reflecting off the hood of my brand-new truck

And imma fuck you to the stars
We’re fuckin’ with the stars
We’re fuckin’ with the stars
We’re fuckin’ with the stars
We’re fuckin’ with the stars
We’re fuckin’ with the stars

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