The Fuccbois - PINK AIR

I cut up the line, snort some fucking coke
I get up the courage, I'm ready, let's go
Walk down the alley and I open up my coat
"What you need? Anything, I got you, bro"
Molly, weed, ecstasy, homie just come talk to me
I just got some premade lean, some old ass 'ludes from '93
Holy shit I miss that scene, hoe don't fuck with me
I'll leave a bullet in your spleen, I got a fetish for the green (Speen)

Now don't shake, I might break from the weight of it
My camera can't hold the essence of this moment, wait a bit
We tip-toe through blue lights, and we stay a bit
Then we push forward, I would love to, but you hated it
Feet feel cold from the heat of my boots
Panoramia, paranoia and pedal-boats in zoo
In due time, we make it to the foot of the climb
We can't double back, so weak, this is your life or mine
Pantomime of breathing, I'm seething with jealousy
Each brick on the floor displays an elegy
My plan was to open up the doors and see the peace
I wouldn't be mad if I could only get a piece
We're getting closer the stab wounds leaking Pink Air
The black lights are showing all the glyphs in your hair
Stare out into the corner, there it is, salvation
All we'll ever need, just lock us in the basement

Pack up a bowl, and I give it to ya
Smoke the green, say "hallelujah"
This shit is so good, call an Uber
Going to the beach with the high-ass crew, yuh
Going in the water with somebody's daughter
We fucked in the ocean, with no condom
'Cuz pulling out is the only option
('Cuz pulling out is the only option)
It felt so good, such a mood
I'd do it again, on God
It felt so good, such a mood
I'd do it again, on God
And I don't even know, yeah, where to start with
So many hoes on my dick, regardless
Pussy so wet, feel like I'm drowning
Save that shit for later, pounding
Take you out to Bora Bora, get you naked
Go on fucking Ellen, tell her you were just my friend
Oh shit, this just in, Fuccbois flying in
When we at the airport, yeah, people swarming in
Put on my sunglasses
Put on my Gucci jacket
Smile for the cameras 'cuz they be 'boutta asking
Hold up, let me mentally prepare
I'm 'bout to take a hit, watch me blow out Pink Air, bitch, yuh

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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