Lyrics Windermere - Auggie

Homie when you getting here?
I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere
I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp
But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop
Get my money and stack it
Like people causing a racket
I take the beats that I am blessed with
And I turn them to classics
I should just stop rapping
I should just stop rapping
Cause I've inflated my ego
And I can no longer back it, now go

Right back to the booth, cause I don't stop
We go hard cause baby I'm a rockstar
Pull up in a nice car, I'm a try hard
Cause I gotta get the girl like it's a fairy tale
She been keeping me up like all week
Walking around the corner but I don't peek
I don't peek
I don't peek
I took myself to breakfast
I took myself to lunch
I took myself to dinner
And I took myself to brunch
And I took myself to work
Cause I know it's the only
Way that I'm gonna make money in the real world
Jealous of the literal boys who getting the real girls
But I applaud the ones who are getting ones with real curls
Give yourself a pat on the back
This is the only that I'm ever cutting you slack, boy

Homie when you getting here?
I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere
I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp
But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop
Get my money and stack it
Like people causing a racket
I take the beats that I am blessed with
And I turn them to classics
I should just stop rapping
I should just stop rapping
Cause I've inflated my ego
And I can no longer back it, now go

Call me back lil, on the phone
Classical baby she only want a bone
Give her blonde hair, blue eyes, in the zone
If you're trying to make a real life Sim just don't, yeah
Pressed down, on the gas
She was kinda a dork, only really played brass
Going 20 miles under, I'm gonna be late to class
Spilling all the grams, my apologies that's my mass, uh
Got you a gift for Christmas
It's my estate, and a new mistress
Treat her like your girl cause I know that you're into that
Yeah, but I had figured
That'd you'd go bigger
And buy a resort, successful gold digger
Why do I do these things for you
Knowing they are wrong
All of these false hopes are poisoning my songs

All this pain
Calling me once again
God have mercy on me, yeah
God have mercy on me, yeah

Homie when you getting here?
I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere
I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp
But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop
Get my money and stack it
Like people causing a racket
I take the beats that I am blessed with
And I turn them to classics
I should just stop rapping
I should just stop rapping
Cause I've inflated my ego
And I can no longer back it, now go