Lyrics Spice (Freestyle) - Croosh

Groupie love
That′s what I want
This ain't no Gap bish
This Saint Laurent
I′m makin' moves
They sayin' keep it up
All I ever wanted was a Bentley truck
I paint a picture
With a thousand words
Baby don′t thank me
Thank the universe
My temper short
But my paper long
Fuck you pay me
Hope you don′t take that wrong

4 O's on my whip
2 A′s on my hip
Only use paper straws
But she got plastic lips
I'm from LA
As you can tell
White Vans, skinny jeans with the Louis belt
She wanna bone
I′m not in the mood
House party in the hills
Yeah I'm in the pool
I ate a molly
I feel like god
Ain′t no key to life
Cuz it isn't locked

Oh she mad cuz she ran out a juul pods
Got no patience cut you off like a coupon
She a homie hopper
So I call her frog
I just wanna bone
Guess that I'm a dog
Couple animals
Breakin′ out the zoo
In convertibles
I don′t believe in roofs
Wrote down my goals
Bish I made a list
Yeah I sacrificed
A whole lot of shit

No I ain't perfect
Yeah I′ll admit
But I am who I am
And I'm proud of it
Bish I′m up next
And she obsessed
I never met you
Why you upset
Man go for it
Don't be scared to lose
Don′t you know two L's make a W
If you fuck with me
Then I fuck with you
I been gettin' paid to do what I love to do

Movin′ with bravado
Fillin′ up my cup with this Moscato
Cheers to the high life
I can't hear the hate from up here in this highrise
Quality women
Quality linens
You keep on hatin′
Ima keep winnin'
Ain′t no pretendin'
Rap what I′m livin'
They cannot see me
Windows is tinted

My new chick Lebanese, she call me habibi
Never want me to leave but I gotta be free
Can't tie me down I am not a tuxedo
Fuckin′ the game up excuse my libido
Chip on my shoulder ain′t talkin' Dorito
She playin′ my music it boost up my ego
I'm fightin′ demons but tell me who isn't
Everyday a battle but today I′m winnin'
Second you give up yeah that's when you finished
I don′t take it personal, it′s only business, I'm just...

I′m just speakin' from the heart spittin′ atriums and ventricles
Every person has a different side, we asymmetrical
Ima let it show, believe me there ain't shit to hide
I′m done with blending in by putting on the big disguise
See I'm affected by surroundings
I represent every individual that's around me
I′m cutting all the toxic people out of my connection now
Choosin′ people that motivate me instead of stress me out

I got no shame in lettin' homies loose
Cuz now I see it, now I know the truth
It′s all about the energy, emotions that you send to me
If it don't lift me up I gotta go and simply let it be
Study the world and its Fibonacci sequences
With all this knowledge it′s hard not to be secretive
Sacred geometry imprinted on my tongue
Keep my ratios golden like the rays of a sun

Young son of a land where we praise all the dumb shit
Dont give a fuck what Kim K had for lunch, it's
Gettin′ outta hand, understand this is brain wash
Shut ya mouth and let ya brain talk
This is higher frequency music
I'm givin' you a piece of me, use it
They wonder how I easily do this
Keep my chakras all balanced I don′t need to be buddhist
It′s written on the wall, you just gotta read it
The energy is in you, you just gotta feed it
Inhale, exhale, let it flow out
And all that manifested negativity just throw out

I know karmas comin' back and it′s gona be a bitch
There's a reason why they say to be careful what you wish
But I′m in, way too deep, at least that's what she tells me
Beat it, beat it, beat it, like I′m in the UFC
Ima trend setta with a vendetta
I could never be a vegan cuz I love my fucking chedda
Got my bread up 2016 I was lookin thru some pics
That year my bank account had negative 26

I had to go line up some bands like a festival
Sometimes you gotta grab life by the testicles
And real music never died, it just took a nap
I'm bouta wake this motherfucker up and bring it back
11:11 I pray to the heavens above
Thankful for all in my life who keep spreadin the love
Spirit guide keep me strong for whatevers to come
Old soul should of been born in 1971
Croosh