"Sugar city
Pretty magic
Got me good vibes
Thank God I ain't driving
Traffic vision
Blurred blue bleedin'
That's a black out ladder
It don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing
Keep my good vibes
And check coats for cool climates
In common we got
Good friends rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic
Traffic addicts
Now I don't really know where you stay at, can I get an address?
Never mind my phone dead forget it
I don't really know where to bake that, less you tryna get in
In which case my phone dead, forget it
And I never answer calls when I'm in the kitchen
Cooking
It's just a thing
It's out
And I never call back when my friends all looking at me in the car
'Cause it'd be all they wanna talk about
Oh you tryna to get a deal? A deal? A deal
Sorry on the real
But my eyes and my ears don't work well
And the floor keeps sliding out my heels
I can't feel 'em am I still dreaming?
Skull on the table a still life
Is this still life?
What's the meaning are we still dealing?
Feel like I can't act right
Oh right
Sugar city
Pretty magic
Got me good vibes
Thank God I ain't driving
Traffic vision
Blurred blue bleedin'
That's a black out ladder
It don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing
Keep my good vibes
And check coats for cool climates
In common we got
Good friends rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic
Traffic addicts"
This song is catchy as fuck!
"Sugar city Pretty magic Got me good vibes Thank God I ain't driving Traffic vision Blurred blue bleedin' That's a black out ladder It don't matter anyhow I'm climbing Keep my good vibes And check coats for cool climates In common we got Good friends rolled light on split ends Pretty magic Traffic addicts
Now I don't really know where you stay at, can I get an address? Never mind my phone dead forget it I don't really know where to bake that, less you tryna get in In which case my phone dead, forget it And I never answer calls when I'm in the kitchen Cooking It's just a thing It's out And I never call back when my friends all looking at me in the car 'Cause it'd be all they wanna talk about Oh you tryna to get a deal? A deal? A deal Sorry on the real But my eyes and my ears don't work well And the floor keeps sliding out my heels I can't feel 'em am I still dreaming? Skull on the table a still life Is this still life? What's the meaning are we still dealing? Feel like I can't act right Oh right
Sugar city Pretty magic Got me good vibes Thank God I ain't driving Traffic vision Blurred blue bleedin' That's a black out ladder It don't matter anyhow I'm climbing Keep my good vibes And check coats for cool climates In common we got Good friends rolled light on split ends Pretty magic Traffic addicts"
That shit goes through my head all day long!