Pink Fleece - Dave B.

I am all under your spell

We try and try so hard, can’t feel

If a nigga get stranded, pick me up

You get empty praises when you fill my cup

Raunchy and reckless, I dig it I’m good for rolling the dice

She said, nah, I could be your pornstar, boy I don’t bite

Watch me perform, let you perform

Into my arms, I did the norm

I be on my cool guy, I don’t hear some

In the pussy like the Aquaman, baby Boucher

Bend it over, poke your back, trust she gon' do great

This film make you nauseous, baby be cautious

Is it the truth that made me cold?

Was it the juice that got you wet?

Is it rules that made me broke?

You got here right on time, I swear

Is it the truth that made me cold?

Was it the juice that got you wet?

Is it rules that made me broke?

You got here right on time, I swear

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair

These hoes all on me, raindrops follow me

Angels watchin' me, halos probably

Ain’t no calm in me, there no resolve in it

I need you possibly, bullshit obsolete

We don’t even know what season we in

All my reasons for bein' is gone

You leave now, you could be here in a minute

The movie loaded and the liquor is strong

I got some new stans saying i’m the GOAT

I got a white boy homie with a boat

We hit the water, well she wanna go alone

I said, see that’s why you need to stay off the slopes

Livin', I’m givin' you new life, two times, each night

We need a timeout

Throw it back, throw it back, toss that, I be the whiteout

Baby you might, who am I kidding, bitch duh

Young black, living, not giving no fucks

Is it the truth that made me cold?

Was it the juice that got you wet?

Is it rules that made me broke?

You got here right on time, I swear

Is it the truth that made me cold?

Was it the juice that got you wet?

Is it rules that made me broke?

You got here right on time, I swear

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair

In your pink fleece, Nikes

Wonder why I stare

You a cold piece, icy

Let me be your chair