Sir Flywalker - Hotel Room (Future) lyrics

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Sir Flywalker - Hotel Room (Future) lyrics

Chorus: Hotel room chillin' with my f**in' dudes Hotel room chillin' with some f**in' brews Hotel room chillin' with some f**in' boos b**h turn on your TV; I'm the f**in' news Verse 1: Yeah, we just started buzzin'; Schwayze Yeah, we makin' paper, dozens; Jay-Z Yeah, puffin' on green; the room all hazy Yeah, the roof is talking- "Raise me." Sittin' here, chillin', hittin' the bong f** your girl not even take off her thong Just push it aside, let her f**in' p**y ride sh**s all quiet till I'm inside Yeah, goin' harder than ever before f** her once, get up, and show her right to the exit door What's her name? I don't know But I do know she knows how to blow So I phone a home like Carter though And think of the places we could go, yeah I think we could go pretty far with this People saying we go crazy hard with this They'll always be out there tryna diss, kinda pissed Pissed cause they ain't been a part of this Well, listen Cla** is dismissed Chorus Verse 2: This life is a dichotomy And I hope that I finally see The happiness beneath the trees I sit in my room drinking all night Bad b**hes still coming over; no polite Forreal, take off all your clothes Drop it to the floor I bet your a** is known Mowing b**hes down like I'm Al Capone Hittin' me on my celly phone Wishin' they could have everything I own Yo, don't throw me no bone I'm making more bank sitting here On my well deserved thrown We'll lay in bed all day and take shots of patron But until then, wait, let me write and put on You really think you know me, huh? You really think you own me, huh? Nah man I don't owe you one Cause when I started doing this You was makin' fun All my real dudes chillin' top floor Remember back when we was chillin' mad poor Now I'm on a world tour Make me wonder what I keep you f**ing round for Chorus 2x Verse 3: Wakin' up in the morning like what just happened All I see is naked girls and empty captain My eyes all red Is Xav dead? The pain is sharp Like a needle head I'm guessin' my stomach is made of lead Cause it hold more alcohol than motherf**in' Wonderbread This life is what I chose to live I'd rather f**in' die instead