Sarob. - Holiday. lyrics

Turtlenecks in the summer, can't let that show Tunnel vision in the winter can't let that go Funnel cakes, good sakes yeah i'm down to roll If you got the gas money for my visa toll Step up in the spot like s+a Tryna get that neck from what's her name Gimme all the "spects" like i'm pine-sol Trust me the dusty get wiped like a mustard stain Back home, got cut from the payroll White people looking at me like i'm on parole Same people looking at me like i'm gon play roles No i don't owe y'all leave me to my brillo Prayin to the east side but i'm so uptown Blame it on the b-sides, got me so up-down... Pics with the peace sign, i ain't put my cup down Chicks with the duck boots, tell that a** duck down You can tell that a** duck down... So foie gras So mata Tryna hit my tie... So when u see me, holla doe like it's a holiday I ain't even tryna blow, but we on our way Tell me who got the props? Young black male, tell me who got the pops... Sprung sad tales that i drew off the locks I can take it straight but gon leave it on the rocks ~trust me~ Lennon on my linen lord willin it's a masterpiece Lightweight still leanin tryna match the piece Lightweight i ain't trickin off that ma** appeal Cause you talkin bout a chain + it's ya master's piece Tell em get that out my face like the acne Homeboy, i'm just tryna act me — i'ma get the acme Hacks get hackneyed on a backslash Back nine bitter backlash? Better @ me Better @ me So tacky