Teatime w/ Ramona Lyrics

Where's my inspiration

My patience aced but I feel complacent

My feelings vacant

I'm still staying up and waiting

By the housephone

Who the hell let you out the house alone

I'm out the zone

No green hill

Got me up but I ain't waiting for the phone to ring still

I'm G still

Way I hold the gold to G's steel

I'm me still Somewhere

Probably still

The one that's wanted

And flaunted to all the best

Or the one that's somberly lying across the chest

I'm still just tryna be higher than all the rest

But the gravity's pulling me on to whatever's next

Text feeling too deserving

It's toasters into the shower or bath

I breathe cream no half and half

The rose gold toter stacked

I back the green backs

Don't pack on me

Just staying matter of fact (aye)

Drop drop drop in the Fanta

Drop in the coupe

And I scoop on a lanta

Camp collar calling I'm a fool for cabana

Cubano

I'm Leer jet dreaming to Milan

I'm a don no DC

Still staying Dom what she see

Still staying calm I see that

Sparking it

Pig watch pointing

I'm barking it

Stark in this bitch

I'm a real rich smart motherfucker

I'm a keep the gold tucked tho

Ain't scared of a thugger

But a hoe want dough

Why a grown ass man tryna stall my flow

I'm a get my Rolex

Get my clothes

I'm a have what I need

What I breath

What I breathe out

Fuck a small town

I'm a grow

I'm a seed out

I'm a see you

But you can't see me now

I believe

I'm a leave

Please See me out