Pierce Love - Flick: In lyrics

Into: Flick flick flick flick flick X3 Aye uh, welcome. this is, this is it Chorus: Ayo my n***a wake up Got 40 thousand things to do Get a motha f**in cup Fill it up with orange juice Gotta list, stu sesh, crush crush (motha f**a crush crush X2) Verse: All by myself n***as done pa**ed out Show was groovy, there were groupies, went to brotha man house Buncha bitties in the corner f**in twistin they hair One was on the couch lookin at me, boy, did she stare With her beautiful eyes I guess im staring back Pa** the blunt Think of something to say like: pa** the black, out back Straight chillin conversation was positive "yall were great at the show! yall had me rockin" Thanks so much... like what the f** to say Its awkward The life of a writer that was blessed to be honest The moment is upon us to get her back to the living room Sweep her off her feet The broom was underneath her womb This ain't no cartoons and cereal This is that check yo pulse Any of this real? You no get banana if you ever want to peel Not every weapon in this world can be concealed Chorus Repeat Outro: Shout out to everybody Shout out to everybody (who gone ride in my whoopty n***a) This is flick Get used to it f** with it Bump it in your sh** I dont give a f** But youre going to be hearing more uh We gone see whats up there, stay all the way until the credits