Home Run ‌woody (Dream Caster) (Ft. Jrippyy)

Hellamase
Fxxlings

[Chorus: Dream Caster]
Home run, out the ball park
Tatted on my stomach, it's some fucking fine art
And she love my music, tell me it's some fine art
I'm with bro we sipping good, I can feel it in my heart
I'm afraid to stand tall 'cause I might fall
Wings on me, Robin Jeans
And you know I get the bread, I'm talking any means
And my opp [?] as fuck, he afraid of me

[Verse: Jrippy]
And I walk up into the building with the energy (So lit)
Got them Xannys in my pocket, I got plenty [?]
I been pouring with the wock, [?] I can't see
Pour up dirty sprite, I can't even see the color green
[?] pop a Percy, she can't even hurt me
And I been sipping on the [?]
She can't talk to me, no that bitch do not concern me
On the block you see, with the 80s popping 30s (Yeah)
This shit up to me
I been high up in the clouds, so you can't even see
On a whole different level [?]
She staring at me, [?]
[?]