Lost Angels (From Swaecation)

Winter's over, let the sun in

Wife beater on me let's pour the rum

Wife beater on me, I'll take you on

Come the closest

And you're shining like a summer solstice

Everyone's tryna figure you out

On the patio and we're just strung out

And I know what you're into

Fortune tellers couldn't tell you what to do

If I seem like I'm bad news

Then hide from me, girl

I'm on the lookout and you fit the criteria

I'm fuckin' takin' you serious

Hide from me, girl (Hide from me, girl)

And I'm no sucker for love

I'm a smoking gun and I'm still on the run

Tan Jeep out front with the Rollie on

Nine deep and we been away from home too long

I'ma make your bitch choose

Five liters in the cooler

Five liters in the cooler

You can pose with your poodle

Drive fast in your new car

Drive fast in your new car

I'ma give you that bling

Kiss the big face that I love dearly

That **** ain't near as cool as me

Hate with all your might, I'm doin' me

And I'm sure you never had this experience before

Helicopter on the roof, let's soar

And I'm out on the West like Schwartz

**** fuckin' up the golf course

So that's what rich **** are doin' these days

Yeah, we get money like ten, twelve ways

And on a restless night

She gon' take me where I need to go

In the backseat of the Maybach, where we used to get it on

And you want real love

One that'll make you feel like you just woke up

I think you better hide from me, girl

I'm on the lookout and you fit the criteria

I'm fuckin' takin' you serious

Hide from me, girl

And I'm no sucker for love

I'm a smoking gun and I'm still on the run