Verse 1
Black or white pictures
Darker than this hard liquor
That type of high you wish that God was with you
That type of view that only God could give you
This is architecture
Heart on my sleeve made of the darkest texture
Every bar is like a Harvard lecture
Like you’ve been sitting with the wrong professor
I guess I’m hearing extra
Cigarette burns in the furniture
Animal in the fur Don’t you let her get cha
Smoke silhouettes
Chillin in the villa stretched
Cherish the moment it could be over in a millisec
Wax by the slab til I collapse from the dabs
She came in the Ghost Send her back in the cab like
[Chorus]
Dab life
Dab life
Dab life
Verse 2
Just pass the motherfucking torch. Of course
All my bitches doped up like Storch
Me, I’m on some shit that can tranquilize a horse
Keep a couple Porsches parked by the porch
Uhhh, I’m in Miami by the port
Can I retort, Their will be no remorse
She’s high and wasted in her high-waisted shorts
And all she do is ball like the bitch play sports
Heavy set, Used to moving heavy weight
You still talking birds Boy that’s feather weight
I live to tell about another day
I heard my ex bitch swallow like a nut a day
No loving this shit I quit blunts now it’s Now It’s Now Its’s
Dalbo Escobar in this bitch
That’s right
Black or white pictures
Darker than this hard liquor
That type of high you wish that God was with you
That type of view that only God could give you
This is architecture
Heart on my sleeve made of the darkest texture
Every bar is like a Harvard lecture
Like you’ve been sitting with the wrong professor
I guess I’m hearing extra
Cigarette burns in the furniture
Animal in the fur Don’t you let her get cha
Smoke silhouettes
Chillin in the villa stretched
Cherish the moment it could be over in a millisec
Wax by the slab til I collapse from the dabs
She came in the Ghost Send her back in the cab like
[Chorus]
Dab life
Dab life
Dab life
Verse 2
Just pass the motherfucking torch. Of course
All my bitches doped up like Storch
Me, I’m on some shit that can tranquilize a horse
Keep a couple Porsches parked by the porch
Uhhh, I’m in Miami by the port
Can I retort, Their will be no remorse
She’s high and wasted in her high-waisted shorts
And all she do is ball like the bitch play sports
Heavy set, Used to moving heavy weight
You still talking birds Boy that’s feather weight
I live to tell about another day
I heard my ex bitch swallow like a nut a day
No loving this shit I quit blunts now it’s Now It’s Now Its’s
Dalbo Escobar in this bitch
That’s right
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