L.A.N.K Lyrics

Hot box in the fish tank

I can't feel my finger tips

This ain't a dream

Cuz I'm really living it

I can never slip

So I walk with caution bitch

My weed ain't green

Cost four hundred for the zip

And it won't even last me a week

Need the Jeep Grand Cherokee

Track hawk with leather seats

Where you're at I'll never be

I leveled up mentally

Making music meant for me

At the top I'm meant to be

Finally got my shit together

Green Bape stepper hold on got to check the weather

Forecast getting cheesy really raining cheddar

Surf all on the beat vocals smooth Eddie Vedder

L.A.N.K. lock aim no key

Buddy jealous cuz she locked her aim on me

Tory Lanez umbrellas I need double r stitched in my seat

Maybe I'm just way to broken and there ain't no fix for me

I'm not focused on that

Fuck it

I might get a hotel room and just go smoke relax

Whatever you open too I bet I'm cool with that

Fuck it

Like I'm in the dentist room I'm loopy of the gas

Know I'm gonna do it

I'm serious

Been sleeping on my music you ain't hearing it correctly

You ain't listen

Learned a lot in Michigan

Can't take that risk again

Should have never let her in

Deep off in the ocean

Heart real cold wet heart broken soaking

Don't gamble your emotions

Even though I feel okay

Feel better when I'm rolling

Like future I'm chosen

I can't be with her she gets Lindsay off the Lohan

Ya nah

Lank not playing I'm not joking

Check my temperature I get busy when I go ham

Go off

Hot box in the fish tank

I can't feel my finger tips

This ain't a dream

Cuz I'm really living it

I can never slip

So I walk with caution bitch

My weed ain't green

Cost four hundred for the zip