Текст песни Pyro - Symo

You know the feelings fleeting
I'm wondering where we can go
Don't put it all on me babe
I'm steady in the deep end, woah

Uppin' that stick, fire on, yeah, young pyro
Camels on me, Cairo
Yeah, gotta light that shit 'fore I go
Make a rack right with my eyes closed
And yo car cost less than my clothes
Got red cross in my scope
And a bad hoe to roll my dope
Effervescence Wockhardt po' it up and watch it fizz
In love with my main thing, but the lifestyle comes between us
Yung S-Y-M-O
Double back, homicide poles
Rolls Royce suicide doors, yeah
Out the Rolls Royce suicide doors

Got a glick right by my hip
Gonna reap right quick, catch souls
Do my business then I dip
Yeah, all black fit like I stole
Some broad asked to be my bitch
Hell naw, that positions full
Snow fall on my wrist, woah
Snow fall on my wrist, woah
Phone call from yo bitch, woah
2 phone calls from yo bitch
And she said that she loves to suck dick
"Yo, better slide up on my crib"
Throw a pipe bomb at yo kids
If you ain't rockin' with my shit
I'm on top like a goddamn king
And I got Wockhardt in my spleen
Ooo
Ooo

Uppin' that stick, fire on, yeah, young pyro
Camels on me, Cairo
Yeah, gotta light that shit 'fore I go
Make a rack right with my eyes closed
And yo car cost less than my clothes
Got red cross in my scope
And a bad hoe to roll my dope
Effervescence Wockhardt po' it up and watch it fizz
In love with my main thing, but the lifestyle comes between us
Yung S-Y-M-O
Double back, homicide poles
Rolls Royce suicide doors, yeah
Out the Rolls Royce suicide doors