Ideal Lyrics

Honey honey honey how it's sweet

Keep talking money money money, is that it

Wanna float, I'm just tryna get away

It's a cold world don't even have to say

Money money money say it's sweet

Gotta get it cause I really wanna eat

So I march, cause I gotta make a way

Tell you get it, they gone think you here to play

Palm trees up in flames, still it Shade me from the sun

Quite fly, so high say I'm looking like I'm Icarus

Lighting up a pen and pad, psycho with the bars, make you ponder if he from mars

Cannot be a Martian, baby boy spit it hot

Coming for your spot, come on show me what you got

You can tell from how I talk, it's simple math. This G the man

Burn em like some rubber, bars tighter than the can

Been working over time, still things not going as planned

Cursing out my goals like why they gotta be grand

Still tall is how I stand, but it's getting out of hand

Calling up this girl need my mind off things

But games which she playing leave the heart with some stings

So mind back on the grind tryna pull a couple strings

Also kicking with her friends, you know, I'm after a couple flings

Gotta shout the gang, you know table of kings

Honey honey honey how it's sweet

Keep talking money money money, is that it

Wanna float, I'm just tryna get away

It's a cold world don't even have to say

Money money money say it's sweet

Gotta get it cause I really wanna eat

So I march, cause I gotta make a way

Tell you get it, they gone think you here to play

Quite cold with the pen, the ink turn to ice

The sound is ideal, got flows plenty like rice

Running after dreams, and I paid over the price

Heard it was a gamble, said eff it just roll the dice

Put on path by the lord so I'm thinking that it's cool

Now I'm feeling like a fool, but I'm deadly with a quill and it's looking like a tool

So better than the G, shid I'm calling out your bull

Honey honey honey how it's sweet

Keep talking money money money, is that it

Wanna float, I'm just tryna get away

It's a cold world don't even have to say

Money money money say it's sweet

Gotta get it cause I really wanna eat

So I march, cause I gotta make a way

Tell you get it, they gone think you here to play

Ls heavier than usual, in a slump which unusual

Shawdey tripping, thought it was mutual

Situations getting hazardous, life is looking quite murderous

Talk to mum, tell her to pray for us

Eat the pie, smoke that pot

Kick with gang look for plot

Lost and looking to stars, tell me what do you see

Doubt you could understand, so can't be spilling the tea