Foil Songtext
von SALIMATA

You know, if I had a million dollars
I′d marry me one like that
Yeah, hundred dollars, buy 20

Stay calm, cool, collected
Lower sense of moderations get you feeling reckless
Restless, maybe time to twist another 'thon up
Cop a six-pack from an ahki on the corner
Get your wig snatched if you talking out of order

Nigga relapsed just from smoking marijuana
There′s a real breaking to the making of a system
Start with the shit they got us drinking in the water
Really like the food, but it made me feel out of order
I cannot decide if I need butter or some oil
Every time I finish eatin', end up in a foil
Shit run deep, think it's messin′ with my coils


Soiled it, it′s strange, piss change used to make me feel a'ight
I′d never thought I'd make a dollar holdin′ up a mic
Crazy what you accept when you let your spirit die
Clockin' in to nine to five, I′ll make a nigga lose their mind
Just over, bro

Would the fuck I even spend the time rearranging?
Growing out, find the ones get you feeling strange, eh
I ain't got time to run 'cause I′m off the pavement
Got me a window seat, shit feel amazin′
Keep the heat up under me, constantly blazin'
Aromatics hashing me, I was always glazy
You ain′t gotta follow me, but you gotta praise me

Know I gotta what you need
Happiness, I'm tryna keep
Did you breakfast or did you eat?
′Cause you forget how to sleep
Or the victim of poverty or the calorie
Go meet in the praise of the deep sea