BELLS ft. Otto Moss Lyrics

Wake up tie my shoes

I'm filled with blues

Clear skies infused

Would be goody news

But outside murder enthused

Wrote this in all caps cuz we murder capital

Not a horn to toot

But secondline be lit up too

When you chillin bumpin this tune

Hope it's no longer true

That mean it's somewhere new

I think I need to get out

I need a lil reset

Time to Face the truths

Strap up my shoes

I gotta be track runna yea

Skirt skirt see a shirt untuck

Always stay on yo toes tho

On point like ballerino

Tennis tight on my Serena

I'm just tryna get some aquafina

Cuzzo pickin up the gasolina

I Don't smoke but it neva bother

We jus tryna catch vibes

Been a while since outside

One muh fukka tried to start sum

No contest had to put the pride up

Kept it moving had no audience

Laughed it off I was surprised fuck

It's really feelin good out

This a nice lil reset

Always got a lot on my mind

Na the brain working on a slow shift

Must be a contact high

Or the sun rays make the weight lift

Then we saw a second line

Don't think anybody died

Bout to set this bitch off right

Aye

Aye

Aye

Come on

This must be what dreams are made of

I Think

I Think

This must be what dreams are made of

I Think

That's all I wrote

Dreams

Dreams

Oh feel like I'm in a movie scene

Vibrations like Scotty up with the beams

This type of feel would make you want to scream