paroles de chanson Magic Hour (feat. Devin Route) - QUEEN KONA feat. Devin Route

Everybody, hit me up
It's Friday, what's up?
Work's got me stressing
Let's fuck up the club

Dapper's the dress code
The Roley's a must
Just grabbed the ganja
So come take a puff

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I'm the master of my domain

City lights shine on my bros
Tailored my clothes
Work hard, play hard
My code
Time to let go

Where the fuck did Thomas go?
Mr. Steal Your Girl

City lights shine on my bros
Tailored my clothes
Work hard, play hard
My code
Time to let go

Bet your ass I'm rocking that Gucci double G belt
Paired it with my True Religions
Flick my wrist to flex the Yachtmaster rhodium dial
Ferragamos I'm walking in

I've brought my bag of tricks
Upped the anti and I just can't resist

I'm a stranger to sane
But no stranger to fame
You won't catch me off game

Tonight I'm off the chain
Although I'm truly enslaved
Adrenaline fiend

A finger presses my nares
Stimulating my mesolimbic system
Dopamine released into my synapse

Do it for the esteem
Do it for the Gram
Relying on this shit
So I can spit some game
I promise I won't I touch it again for a while
I'm too attached to admit
I'm a deteriorating brainchild

I'm a deteriorating brainchild
I'm a deteriorating brainchild