paroles de chanson Moscato (feat. Uncle Cyd) - Do More Today

I said we all look good tonight
And if we doing more today we better do the shit right
Can y'all bring me out the dark I need all of the lights
Father I'm shooting for the stars fearing none of the heights
And paying all of the prices
Get my life together but i'm juggling vices
Put my dreams in a vise grip
Vision got trapped in headlock
Kiji one of one, this shit dead stock
I'm making young money from bedrock
I gotta cool down I'm not the hot head
I blow a cloud in the sky for all my pot heads
D'ussé in the solo shout out all my sippers
And we can't forget the service shout out all my tippers
Vibes
And we ain't sliding anymore we finna glide
And I ain't hiding anymore we outside
In the Hyundai girl it's my ride
Everything right
Everything okay

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model
Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato
Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado
I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle
You know how it go when the bass go low
Imma sip it slow out the red solo

Hann
It's like I hit the lotto with this one
Pull a bitch so bad you celebrate with a fist pump
Every OG gotta give you a fist bump
I knew you had sauce
I ain't know you had this much
Shidd
Took a minute but now I get it
I was disconnected from the world, now I'm bound within it
My style infinite
I'm like a one-winged angel
I'm breaking limits
The horns underneath my halo
Ain't just for gimmicks
Come and listen
This really written scriptures
I can't change the message just because you didn't get it
Tryna master self-love but I'm still a princess
And shawty say she love me but I'm still pretending
Yuh yuh
But I'm still pretending
Yuh yuh
But they still pretenders
Yuh yuh
But I could never end it
Yuh yuh
I was way too chill I had to heat up
Being in the back ain't match my character
No matter who it was cause they would get the barrier
Kinda hurt when you spill your guts and people stare at ya
Got you skeptical about the blunts that they would share with ya
Now everyone scared of the bluntness you been carrying
This mask, I Jim Carried her
Was way to reluctant to then go bury her
So I just share the shit

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model
Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato
Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado
I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle
You know how it go when the bass go low
Imma sip it slow out the red solo

Why your love so cold?
There's no soul in that vessel
There's no love in our threshold
Cowboy pants, my dick came with a noose
Walking around with all that ass
I might just give you a booth
Yeah she well put together
She just not my type
Then what's your type huh?
Devil Fruit baby
Big head on top of her shoulders
Real lovable
When she touches you
You turn to stone
Oh oh oh
She got my dick hard as stale garlic bread
That's my baby for sure you know
Got my thumb inside her butthole
You niggas came for the bitches
I came for the gusto
But you must know
That I'm Uncle Cyd
Imma drink my tea
Matcha of course
And this is DMT
Isaiah on this fucking beat
DM fucking T
DM fucking T

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model
Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato
Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado
I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle
You know how it go when the bass go low
Imma sip it slow out the red solo