Highkey - Angelo Mota

Hey

Come over yeah

I wanna yeah

Don’t want no yeah

I want it yeah

I need it yeah

I see you yeah

I need it yeah

Told me come over, highkey I wanna

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

I need the karma, out till the morning

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

Told me come over, highkey I wanna

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

I need the karma, out till the morning

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

I don’t subscribe to he-say, she-say

I don’t unwind unless my briefcase

Full of them hot ones, at least three sweepstakes

Think you forgot one, your hands too greasy

Don’t drop it, yeah yeah

I won’t stop it, yeah yeah

Empty pockets, yeah yeah

You a empty socket like shit

My plug in the hand, I locked it, tight grip

I ain’t got no plans to lock, I’m not rich

They ain’t talking bout this

It’s okay, I like trips

Glossier for my chick

Courvoisier, I’m type piss, shit

I can’t come to my senses, all this ego expensive

I got a bit relentless with chances

And I go tenfold, and I’m ten toes

Still tryna keep my tempo, passing round benzos

How could I keep my hands closed?

Where did my friends go?

You can’t ever get too hot to lose shit

I was stupid till I went through shit

Now my two cents too much to chew

In the booth on bluetooth, too much to do

‘Imma do what I do, too comfortable

I done blew, my IQ shoot through the roof

This a view I like way too much to lose, dude, yeah

Told me come over, highkey I wanna

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

I need the karma, out till the morning

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

Told me come over, highkey I wanna

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic

I need the karma, out till the morning

I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic