Sonny Shotz - Stewed in Sicily lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I wanted to wish you a happy new year. I know you're probably s**ing right now so I'm going with the voicemail. And there's like a ratio of six to seven females to one male! Crazy! Gonna be back soon, with ladies. Alright. Happy new year bro, happy new year bro, happy new year brooooooooo [Verse 1 - Sonny Shotz] Too many harsh winters in the middle of June White lines on the table in the middle of rooms She was tryna get little bit higher than her friend After snobby a** convo and yellow coated Benzes Nothing like snow under palm tree breezes Big booty b**hes in the bathroom, Jesus I feel like how Ray felt, singing in the dark Tryna shine a little more as we climb to the charts I believe in ma** appeal, the facts are real Hollywood night, your name is Hollywood, right? (She said, she said, she said) (????) Pretty brown eyes in the dress, pastel Michael Kors told me she was dressed like Tina Any Ike in the world would hit it, ask Tina She was bad, it was sad to see her act like that Face down on the gla** bringing Tony back [Hook] She had a permanent beauty, Scarface, slow pace Dancing with the devil in the hallway Looking in my eyes like "boy you ain't feeling me?" You only live once, now we're drunk in Sicily Too many heat strokes in the middle of December The temperature rose, as soon as she entered I remember momma yelling at the top of her lungs "Don't trust these girls, they're only after your funds!" Now look at us in tuxes, no don't touch this Extra crazy lyrics and a crazier budget I fell up on scene like I'm young so f** it It's two mixtapes and I'm sitting where up is And I never even needed a balloon on my house And she'll take her top off like balloons on her blouse I put the moon on the couch, the sun on a spoon I'm eating light for the moment cause I need to make room Room for these memories, a room full of melodies (haha) Just another rap song, rappers rap I gotta find my intuition, can I have it back? Too many shots taken, I'm sorry I'm drunk That's like Jordan looking back and saying "sorry I won" So f** it I'm young, the illest in my bracket Picking out flows just to throw them in my basket Couple weeks and mamma mia, that's the plan ain't it? Buying clothes to hide the fact that we were born naked Naked pictures of the countryside Broken hearts in empty rooms where we both reside See you tomorrow, every day is just another one They smoking cigs and drinking scotch just to try and numb Naked pictures of the countryside Broken hearts in empty rooms where we both reside See you tomorrow, every day is just another one They smoking cigs and drinking scotch just to try and numb [Hook] (I gotta go. I gotta go.)