Lyrics Fortune - Bakelendt

Peerin' through the shutters, wind whip
Momma told me not to go wonder off, bitch
Always gonna do what I wanna This is
My world
Do you wanna come and get high Be my girl
Come on in, hope you don't mind the knives and limbs
Someone's up to no good, got my eyes on them
Someone's blood on my hood
Wanna match the type
So I ignite the match
After I pour the gas

Put it on ice again
On the ice it'll set
We wanna keep it till I drop it off the side of the boat
Waves underneath
Remind of days that have gone
You can kill the fuckin' tease
I got bitches who wanna feel me
Wanna feel the fuckin' breeze from the windows of Lamborghini's
Reflectin' off of the city
Miami or California
But really I'm goin' foreign
Though already a fortune

Do you know what that means
Mother fucker, I'm peace
Unless you fuckin' with family or truly fucked up with me
The mud is up to my knees
And it was who you had brought it here
Saw ya dump it in heaps
But give me somethin' to clean
And imma clean up muh fucka
Till they cleanin' for me
But see some lava, don't touch it
I don't why I do leak
Or for how long I have now
It could be weeks, maybe years
Can only breathe in the sphere
Got bloodhounds out on my trail
If I could get to the river
There, I will be in the clear
My dear, if I don't come out of it
Know the things that i've done in my body separate from soul
Steppin' on stones, you can step on em', here, be careful though

I don't think you really wanna go with me
She want her clothes stripped free
All over me, but the lonesome seep
I hope for sleep, third open, see
You're closed to me
But I hold the key

Do you know what that means
Money ain't needed for us to fuckin' succeed
But got a baby, gon' feed it
Bust out the lights on the streets
Cut the engine and scheme
The coke secrete from the bill
And somehow I feel it's buzz
The feelin of desperation
The nation corrupt
Gettin' rapid in respiration
Environment faint
All our passion and love is somethin' that couldn't take from us
I dare you take from us
Just find me an angle
Won't leave it danglin' there
I gotta blade that'll fair
The sun glare off it
I hope you're takin' good care
I'm chasin', cravin' the finer things
Need me patience and air
Its taking me there