Sage Bishop - Walkin' On The Moon

Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe
Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof
LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do
She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon
Hold up I feel like an oracle
Smoke until I’m orbital
Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner
Someone call the coroner
It’s bout to be a murder cuz
We know where you go at night we watching and observing ya
Acid in my blood
I just like the visuals
Lil mama the one
Damn my baby spiritual
We just having fun I forgot I was a criminal
I Made it out the mud let’s see where I’ll be in a year or two
Ride thru southern Cali blowing dope and counting cash
When I Pull up to the corner store I got the vented mask
My lil homie rolling with me said he gotta move a pack
Drop him off and then I hit the road to follow bishop’s path
Don’t think that I’m friendly all I know is to eliminate
I don’t do no fighting shit I’d rather see you dissipate
Look at me for what I am not the cost of my dinner plate
You think that I’m evil just cuz I’m running the interstate
Houston that’s my city so you know I gotta slow it down
Yeah I got a 40 with me I might have to buss a round
I been bout my money you should know that I don’t fuck around
Gloomy muthafucka I know killers in the dirty south
Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe
Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof
LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do
She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon
Hold up I feel like an oracle
Smoke until I’m orbital
Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner
Someone call the coroner
It’s bout to be a murder cuz
We know where you go at night we watching and observing ya
I can be ya homie I can be yo fuckin nemesis
Bitch I run this game like ima fuckin sega genesis
Indacut We pouring lean I’m slurring all my sentences
Pop another tab and then I pull up on the Pegasus
I be swangin reckless
I can’t help it I’m from Texas
Pussy bitch I got you stressing
Man you shoulda had your weapon
Come and kill me fuckin peasant
I might lose it in a second
But I’ll spare you bout eleven
Just so you can tell the rest of them
Muthafuck the police I wish death on everyone one of them
Hangin with my youngins and I promise they don’t give a damn
Shoutout to my mama telling me to be the fuckin man
Daddy was a junkie so I don’t depend on any man
What the fuck you want from me
I don’t need yo company
I just need a slut or three
That fuck and suck me sloppily
Bet y’all had enough of me
You Shoulda never fucked with me
Cuz shit might just get ugAly
Till then I’m smoking comfortably
Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe
Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof
LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do
She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon
Hold up I feel like an oracle
Smoke until I’m orbital
Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner
Someone call the coroner
It’s bout to be a murder cuz
We know where you go at night we watchin and observin ya

Written by:
Clayton Daigle

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