Sugar city come home
Wizard on a weekend, willing on a weekday
Are you kidding? Come on
Fed up with the prepay, looking for a keepsake
I'm no emerald liar
Dying for a card up my sleeve
I'm the gambling kind
For higher stakes and brighter takes I'll play
I'll make a deal with you, if all you want
Is not to leave love, to run 'em up
Call me when it lands
Hit me up when you're close
Call me when you can
Call me when you're close
Sugar city, pretty magic
Got me good vibes, thank God I ain't driving
Traffic, vision blurred, blue bleedin'
That's a black out ladder, it don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing, keep my good vibеs
And check coats for cool climates in common we got
Good friеnds rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic, traffic addicts
Now I don't really know where you stay at, can I get an address?
Never mind my phone dead, forget it
I don't really know where to make that
Unless you tryna get in, in which case my phone dead, forget it
And I never answer calls when I'm in the kitchen
Cooking, it's just a thing, it's hot
And I never call back when my friends all looking at me in the car
'Cause it'd be all they wanna talk about
Oh, you tryna to get a deal? A deal? A deal, sorry on the real
But my eyes and my ears don't work well
And the floor keeps sliding out my heels
I can't feel 'em, am I still dreaming?
Skull on the table a still life
Is this still life?
What's the meaning, are we still dealing?
Feel like I can't act right
Oh, right
Wizard on a weekend, willing on a weekday
Are you kidding? Come on
Fed up with the prepay, looking for a keepsake
I'm no emerald liar
Dying for a card up my sleeve
I'm the gambling kind
For higher stakes and brighter takes I'll play
I'll make a deal with you, if all you want
Is not to leave love, to run 'em up
Call me when it lands
Hit me up when you're close
Call me when you can
Call me when you're close
Sugar city, pretty magic
Got me good vibes, thank God I ain't driving
Traffic, vision blurred, blue bleedin'
That's a black out ladder, it don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing, keep my good vibеs
And check coats for cool climates in common we got
Good friеnds rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic, traffic addicts
Now I don't really know where you stay at, can I get an address?
Never mind my phone dead, forget it
I don't really know where to make that
Unless you tryna get in, in which case my phone dead, forget it
And I never answer calls when I'm in the kitchen
Cooking, it's just a thing, it's hot
And I never call back when my friends all looking at me in the car
'Cause it'd be all they wanna talk about
Oh, you tryna to get a deal? A deal? A deal, sorry on the real
But my eyes and my ears don't work well
And the floor keeps sliding out my heels
I can't feel 'em, am I still dreaming?
Skull on the table a still life
Is this still life?
What's the meaning, are we still dealing?
Feel like I can't act right
Oh, right
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