motives Songtext
von deathtoricky

What′s up Rick, I've been calling you all day
And you haven′t been answering, bro
Anyways, I'm sick of these fucking parties
And we need a good buzz around

I'm talking hoppin′ off the wall buzz
Just absolutely crazy of the nut mate
You know?

Yeah, I′m sick of going to these parties
Sick of going to these motives
Bi- bi, bitch, I'm sipping on Bacardi
Swear I don′t have a notion

Yeah, pull up to your girl's house
And I leave her wetter than the ocean
What, boulder came through with the Henny
So now we′re just sipping on potions

Roll up a spliff of the good gas
Baby, it's oh-so potent
Yeah, poppin′ a yip, I feel like a tyre
I won't stop rollin


Yeah, I'm on a flight
I′m on a flight going straight out to Poland
Yeah, she like to chill with me
She say I boost her oxytocin

On the beat and I′m floating
I make music, it's hitting your colons
I′m good, I'm golden
Which afters are we goin′ to?

Yeah, my phone keep blowing up
I'm still gonna keep showing up
And I′m gonna keep growing up
So I may as well keep rolling up

I'm sick of going to these parties
Sick of going to these motives
Man I'm sipping on Bacardi
Swear I don′t have a notion

Pull up to your girl′s gaff
And I leave her wetter than the ocean
Boulder came through with the Henny
So now we're just sipping on potions