Q The Sun - DAN (FOMF) lyrics

[Intro: Lorde Fredd33] Boy boy f**ed up thinkin' he in the lead Sup with you f**boys thinkin' you in my league? Ain't no kinda sweet, you all kinds of sweet Who you tryna be, besides confident? Gotta hand full of money you ain't tryna spend Eye could bend, but why when you ain't tryna win? Get up off that utter sh** Beefing with the mother ship Opium, and some other sh** (get higher) [Verse: Lorde Fredd33] Too much LSD on this road trip Shorty be the angel on the snow tip Prolly still high right now Prolly should've died right now Talking to myself because eye get me Ya girl wanna go out like Whitney I'm a bath tub Do you fill me? Eye been rolling down the bully tryna k** me Slave to my star, she bathed in pinot noir Carpool, we f**ed in the car I'm from Saturn, she from Mars f** her once and then run far Had to learn it the hard way, the block as hot as Waco Ass should've went to Maco Midas touch with the say so n***as dyin' everyday though That's why eye grind everyday so [Chorus: Lorde Fredd33] fu*k OUT MY FACE THE fu*k OUT MY FACE THE fu*k OUT MY FACE THE fu*k OUT MY FACE KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF GET THE fu*k OUT MY FACE {Verse 2: Lorde Fredd33] Sun-setty Betty, "Lorde, won't you come my way!" Eye just felt your heartbeat 3.3 miles away Lookin' in your eyes, eye cannot escape Grippin' on your thighs, my mind starts to race Time is of the essence, not one second will eye wait Grippin on my nina as eye slide it down your waist We share time and space Tis our night and day "oh Lorde, oh Lorde" TIIIIIIIIIIIIME [Outro]