Shots 'n Slots Lyrics

Wasted off shots

Gambling on slots

Your fans are all bots

You're all in my thoughts

Summers here

You didn't mishear

I'm your puppeteer

Crying and jeer

You just want love

Praise from above

Money will come

Chicken wings yum

I don't know why

You're as blue as the sky

Somedays you'll feel good

Days misunderstood

Digging our grave

She lives in a LA

Used to date Dave

Now I'm her man

Lames are named Sam

Fly you Japan

You drive minivan

Vikings struck land

Bait fisherman

You need a new man

I'm plotting revenge

If it's mine I'll defend

Not according to plan

Her food it taste bland

Want love she demand

At the beach we tan

I'm writing this song

To freestyle is wrong

I have a message

That you should second

Eating up food

I'm in my room

Somedays I'm alone

Our loves overgrown

Why you text him

You're drowning just swim

Sweet as cinnamon

I'm needing a trim

Loves just a game

How long can you last

My ex is my past

Found better than last

Wasted off shots

Gambling on slots

Your fans are all bots

You're all in my thoughts

Gamblin' on slots, and we wasted on these shots

Somebody just called the cops, so climb aboard my sick ass yacht

We rollin' through the bay, you the queen like 'yoncé

We gotta get away, we livin' for today

So call your stupid friends, tell 'em cancel they plans

Just give me one more chance, don't care 'bout no finance

I'll fly you out to France, just give me one more shot

I gotta play these slots

Wasted off shots

Gambling on slots

Your fans are all bots

You're all in my thoughts

Summers here

You didn't mishear

I'm your puppeteer

I'm your puppeteer