Face on Me

Ooh, Yeah. Ooh. Oh. Gazing down the screenie way, big fucking wave, I tend go. Nuts, just wanna maybe hit, 'cause skins I gotta gain and grow. Then tap in on the scanie comb, and no Logic can beat up. Make bands then like Peter Pan, 'cause real van Won't play it low. Be honest, you remind the Way, like I can't hit your body. I hit that time I rock with, the shit I like to line me. Wanna keep my mind plain, just want an ounce Of party. Just saw the vibes you cop the Club, no, my BOs can't find me. I don't care 'bout they talking shit. All the boss who want to piss on me. I don't care 'bout they talking shit. Boss with the auto cannon attached to it. I don't 'bout they talking shit. All the boss who want to piss on me. I care they talking All the boss who want To piss on me. Ooh. Oh, Yeah. Ooh.