L'Heure Bleue Lyrics

FLEET shit, yeah

Eyes on, her eye zone

Sun coming, moon gone

Would fuck, but I'm too on

Stack your cash and it might topple

Catch you slipping, might rob you

Time ticking, ain't stopping

Sex lit when boo stoned

Her pussy is a warm blanket

Eyes on, her eye zone

Sun coming, moon gone

Would fuck, but I'm too on

Stack your cash and it might topple

Gun, Bullet, bombshell

My fun bitch is a bombshell

My young bitch is a damn vegan

Look it up for four seasons

Eyes on, her eye zone

Sun coming, moon gone

Would fuck, but I'm too on

Stack your cash and it might topple

Catch you slipping, might rob you

You know it, you know it

Look back, was more stressful

Split up, got more lessons

Get back, was more epic

Less war, more weapons

Bomb weed, pure heaven

Eyes on, her eyes zone

Sun coming, moon gone

Would fuck, but I'm too on

Stack your cash and it might topple

Catch you slipping, might rob you

You know it, you know it

Eyes on, her eye zone

Sun coming, moon gone

Would fuck, but I'm too on

Stack your cash and it might topple

might rob you