Biscotti My Blunts

(Winning4NoReason shit, Yea) Nobody reacts when they vision is blurred You can't describe your terms There ain't no happy ending Probably take a trip to the East Coast just to bring back the feeling Of fancy tables secured with champagne bottles with OJ and the lemons Oh man we moving tactical With East African girls that speak with they natural vernacular Where the penthouse views are so spectacular And you can overlook the whole city witcha binoculars it's optimal Anything is so possible with this Visa Just hit a watchama-call-it out in Ibiza (Damn) I know they feelings sauce throughout they speakers Wit my Niggas we kicking it just like Fifa (Damn) I do alot of things right tell me I'm wrong You know you better acknowledge it got tolerance My 1's cocaine white meaning they raw Do everything with philosophies no apologies ugh (Zaya) I Biscotti my blunt, I do what I want Take me where the wind blows It could yea, It could, It could all be so simple I knew it for months, I might just do it for once Biscotti my blunts, Exhale feels like I'm letting sins go (Ugh, Yea) It could yea, It could all be so simple Legends sang of the legends slayn may my presence reign Imma dropout like Ye, Jesus walks again You just have talks of game But surprisingly that's the thin line between walks with fame You can't half it when you got all to gain, I'm still at it One Mic filtered through all the pain, I'm ILLmatic It's nothing you can see I just feel magic Behind your back these niggas ill and they got malice, It's bad habits Biscotti got me feeling like I'm jet lagging Biscotti got me, Biscotti got me Biscotti got me feeling like I'm jet lagging (Ugh, Yea) Biscotti got me