Wiz Khalifa (April)

[Intro] You know what I want to do? Yeah What do I want to do? You want to fuck me (I think I might be happy) Flying on an eagle's quest On the way to a rebel's den With the song name upon my chest Because of lies from a so called friend The sensation in my palms (smoke on a bowl) Tells me that I'm all alone (and sip on some more) All for this I can take the blame So I guess I'll start Today [Verse 1: Robb Banks] Nah, You gon' suck my dick, I just know So hit them lights, and close that door Sacks of grass, playing Pendergrass Lace cover that ass, but bitch let me ask (what) Fuck is you looking at? (what) Like you ain't seen enough Ms. Honey Brown, I melt you down And pour your ass over my blunt I hit your center, find that gold, trying gain control, and you screaming "go" Dick belong in a rodeo, Bone thug fuck you 'till you got polio Polo t-shirt, polo draws, fire in my pole until it's soft (pause) You know what I mean Syrup and weed, that's the cause And the cx-cause, got you gone But at the same time, it got you next to me That's OBP until I die, but bitch you gon' be the death of me But you won't be the best of me, so pardon me if I don't get that shit Biting in her sheets, yeah you can be my pillow pet I Asked her what that mouth do, and then she did it Talking while we fucking, smoking while I'm sipping I asked her what that mouth do, and then she did it Talking while we fucking, smoking while we [Hook] And I don't care how much you love Khalifa, nah you can't roll my shit German thread, on Jamaican mats Dutch cigars, remember who you came here with Calling her friend, can't hear here through the music And she keep coughing from that mist Well what you fucking with, you too fine to be laying down in bed alone In my Drake voice, but don't compare our songs Too classy to drink out of styrofoam Well look at you, ain't you cute, what about if I gave you two? And I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby, baby I take advantage of you get you drunk, because you probably play me, play me [Verse 2: Young Neil] Come here, let me tell you a little something I ain't going nowhere, I ain't rushing Why you like that? Why you staying fronting? I know you like that, because you stay blushing (Ay tell these hoes what's really happening bruh) So ho what you want? What you need? Array of these things involving me They say don't fuck around with a nigga like me What that mean? What, that's Chris? Word around that you fucked that bitch Walking around like you run this shit Wait run that back, what you talking about? Fuck that, ain't no sense of us talking it out Got a whole lot of bitches that wanting me out And I ain't fuck them yet, but I'm fucking her now Why you gotta act so stupid? Saying all we talk about is music Yeah, what is music gonna pay me? And all them things I can't handle So I be fucking them shones, you can't stand ho Now you never have to wonder where your man go Yeah, stop saying, all these things I don't really give a fuck about These hoes, they know, they know a nigga single So the calling me now Ayo Robb, what they calling about? [Hook]