Coffee House Lyrics

Time to cash in, hoppin' back in, get your rations

Wearin' myself out like I'm the motherfuckin' fashion

Quit your fastin', get your headphones and sit down

I've been stackin' and waitin' to blow this shit is

She know I'm attracted and she got a round one

I might go for round two, three, four

Five foot six, and she like,

But she like girls too

Tryin' to find some royalties, I'm in pursuit

I'mma go in Diana like Purdue

Started makin' money instead, I got confused

Now I got a honey in debt, and she funny in bed

And we runnin' to the motherfuckin' coffee house

Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino

Got a brain freeze and tossed it out

Too cold for my skull, got a hot head

But ice on my wrist and the clock says 10:15

When we leavin', headin' to the barber shop

To get my white curls chopped off, find a few nice girls

I get topped off with her top off

And my top spinnin' like a fuckin' dreidel on Hanukkah

Then I get her back like I'm playin' harmonica

Then we hit the road and we drivin' for kilometers

No speedometer, galaxy to galaxy like M-Dubs to Andromeda

Add the Dev, and you gotta listen, all the drama I'm still the shit and

I'm countin' up additionally, efficiently

I got what you need, so ride with the beat, get you some sleep

And then you'll wake up at the motherfuckin' coffee house

Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino

Got a brain freeze and tossed it out

Too cold for my skull, got a hot head

But ice on my wrist and the clock says 1:09

So we pull up to the motherfuckin' Taco Time

I look at the sign, she askin' for mine

I'm a Virgo, but that shit's a red flag

All yours bro, all you gotta do is ask her birthstone

Buy that bitch a sapphire and you'll get the worst dome

But I ain't speakin' from experience

Here he is, disgusting motherfucker who is never serious

Bitch I'm always Sirius, Black book 3

Like a dog, call it Zeppelin

Led my Barkers to all the Bobbed-up sevens

Guessed the price for the stairway to heaven

The best guest of mine, I rest in a slept-on, stepped-in coffee house

Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino

Got a brain freeze, so tossed it out

Too cold for my skull, got a hot head

But ice on my wrist and the clock says...