Four Seasons (feat. Belaganas)

Last night I checked into Four Seasons Looking for a reason to fuck it up Room service, the concierge brought me Courvoisier I think it's a little much Who you tryna be? Who you tryna please? It's just me and Tiffany and she's not even into me Good luck tryna chase me down Feet up on the chaise lounge, baby I am nodding off Who you waiting for, huh, who you waiting for? (Who you waiting for, huh, who you waiting for?) Is it really me, huh, who's it really for? (Is it really me, huh, who's it really for?) Last night I checked into Four Seasons Looking for a reason to fuck it up Bullshit from the manager, lucky I'm the matador And I'm seeing red as fuck Bad girls and the flashing lights Splitting my check, I don't ask the price I'mma get in this bottle to pass the time 'Cause the boredom is agonizing I'm snapping out of it I put all my soul in this shit for somebody to bastardize it Losing myself in the city and hole that I'm in I don't know who the fuck that I've been Mind Tiffany-twisted, never would cuff but I bought her a wristlet Losing myself is a part of the business Label gonna pay me no interest The money and women are sickness Holding my tongue and I'm falling in line 'Cause everyone here got away with a crime I look in the mirror and shoot a ballistic Who you waiting for, huh, who you waiting for? (Who you waiting for, huh, who you waiting for?) Is it really me, huh, who's it really for? (Is it really me, huh, who's it really for?) Last night I checked into Four Seasons Looking for a reason to fuck it up Tough shit, we can handle it Living in Los Angeles, happiness is on and off Who tryna be, huh? Who you tryna please? This is not you, this is not me Don't mess with me Gold stars on the boulevard It don't matter who you are, baby you are not enough On a long migration, raising my vibration She's so high maintenance, but her shorts high-waisted She's so my-highness-type, tigress with the Midas touch Delicate demand to be the tyrant that I always was First time I flew into France Window with my debutante I ain't even look at the sunset I was still spamming a taunt So sit down, welcome-mat-style, father's route Maxy cut the fucking tether rope to float the farthest out