Lyrics Cozy Camomile - Caine Casanova

Cozy camomile
Fruit-eating, smoking hella weed
Crossing state lines with Goody Bags
Droppin hella heat
Go into business for myself
That's every man's dream
A foreign car, a bitch like Ms. Minaj (Boy you crazy)
Vacation to Tulum, different grammar
I'm from OT, Italian restaurants is where we eat
Travel overseas
They my drain my energy
There's no relief, wish you ain't fuck wit me
Reasonable with yo company
I'm well adjusted to this life
Can't let it stress me out
Took a road trip, then go about the scenic route
Choices make the person
No can mistake breed a man
Evaluate your the plans
Write down your goals
Now what's top ten
Pictures of the Urus brought me to a different bag
Wrecked without insurance
Pure love is what we always lacked
Ohio was testament but we switched the scenery
Back and forth to Lansing
In that yellow thing like Bumblebee

Patent leather seats, we still fantasize the G-Wagon
Gray interior, superior to deep passion
Put that shit on everyday, like it's routine now
Too busy folding merch
Wet shirt to get the get crease out
I went in circles with this little of mine
I owe it to myself to get up everyday and grind
Wake up every morning
Smoke my blunt and then I chill
Get dressed and hop in route
Drinkin' Cozy Camomile

Rose Gold, make it rain all day
I'm tapped out, still determined to make it home safe
My body comes first, it's getting ugly out here
Don't feel like Sundays no more
Feel no more praises in the air
No family dinners on this side, watch the Lord sigh
I already told the Lord what I want and he said why
You gonna take that power and go nuts
I already know you son
Wins on wins, whatever is
I'm one of them chosen ones
Lil' nigga you better eat but don't be food
Fix ya posture, you a man
Inside this world full of fools
Who the best around
Decade of my love got under snubbed by broken trust
Now it's a must that I must be understood
Give me the courage to fight, I'm in a dark place
What's crazier, it's lighter now
I suffered heartbreak
I suffered no money
I suffered lost faith
A lonely desperado knockin' on Heaven's Gates

Patent leather seats, we still fantasize the G-Wagon
Gray interior, superior to deep passion
Put that shit on everyday, like it's routine now
Too busy folding merch
Wet shirt to get the get crease out
I went in circles with this little of mine
I owe it to myself to get up everyday and grind
Wake up every morning
Smoke my blunt and then I chill
Get dressed and hop in route
Drinkin' Cozy Camomile