calinado – omen lyrics
[hook]
in to me, they wanna talk
b+tch i’m running outta options
pray to god that i don’t flop
sellin my soul at an auction
keep the bay clothes i’m on top
smokin on gas in the yacht b+tch
in to me, she wanna f+ck
set up the alter the omen
in to me, they wanna talk
b+tch i’m running outta options
pray to god that i don’t flop
sellin my soul at an auction
keep the bay clothes i’m on top
smokin on gas in the yacht b+tch
every day it’s on and on
[verse]
fighting these demons they one on one
one day get rich like i’m tony son
recording for days till the crack of dawn
been up all night i can see the sun
flex on that b+tch couldn’t tell you why
look at me baby see eye to eye
cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
when we in public we put on disguises
racks in my pockets i feel like a don
i’m getting comfortable feel like the one
can’t leave a mess till i feel like i’m done
stay outta trouble i’m wipin the blood
already dead if you grippin a gun
(already dead if you grippin a gun)
like take me back to the good times we had
before all the sh+t that we gon go through
i don’t know you, i took a few shrooms
and now i’m floating off the planet land on mars
got me tripping got me feeling like i’m crazy
reachin jupiter we takin this sh+t far
like the faucet broke i’m dripping i been lazy
[hook]
in to me, they wanna talk
b+tch i’m running outta options
pray to god that i don’t flop
sellin my soul at an auction
keep the bay clothes i’m on top
smokin on gas in the yacht b+tch
in to me, she wanna f+ck
set up the alter the omen
in to me, they wanna talk
b+tch i’m running outta options
pray to god that i don’t flop
sellin my soul at an auction
keep the bay clothes i’m on top
smokin on gas in the yacht b+tch
every day it’s on and on
[outro]
in to me, she wanna f+ck
top, pray to god that i don’t flop
bay clothes i’m on top
in to me, she wanna f+ck
like, in to me, she wanna f+ck
in to me, she wanna f+ck
[slowed]
flex on that b+tch couldn’t tell you why
look at me baby see eye to eye
cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
when we in public we put on disguises
racks in my pockets i feel like a don
i’m getting comfortable feel like the one
can’t leave a mess cause i’ll feel like i’m dumb
stay outta trouble i’m wipin the blood
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