Текст песни Apple Cider - Khary

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Uhh
This is weird

Fresh up out the shower, I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler, I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems, I'm just mindin' my biz
Life is sweet like apple cider, I sit back, take a sip

You could pass it, you could lob, you could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the odds, why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god, all this heaven on me
You still don't get why I'm high, I'm just better, homie

Back up just a bit, watch me rap about nothing
Bargain for the fit, call that Goodwill hunting
Shorty hit me quick when she saw that I was something
Need a foreign whip- vroom, vroom, vroom! You can't touch this

I am too cool to react, though
I could make a move in my bath robe
They guardin' the right, I go with my left
I turn out the lights, I shoot it like Steph

Hold your breath
I don't even wanna hear you, hold this L
"We-ooh, we-ooh, we-ooh, we-ooh!" What a fail
Up the hill like Jack and Jill, I brought a pail, wish me well

I do not know what has gotten into me
But please don't kill the vibe, I'm gathering all my energy
The leader of my tribe, finally get what I'm meant to be
You cannot defend the king, James

Fresh up out the shower, I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler, I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems, I'm just mindin' my biz
Life is sweet like apple cider, I sit back, take a sip

You could pass it, you could lob, you could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the odds, why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god, all this heaven on me
You still don't get why I'm high, I'm just better, homie