The Playlist Lyrics

My color palette, magic hour Top floor, penthouse, babel tower

My color palette, magic hour Top floor, penthouse, babel tower

Your Bose cannot expose her tinted limo windows Too much detail in the info

Smoky eye shadow boxing shadow puppets When I shed light, I wanna touch it

Then I, Irish goodbye mid-flight Add your own twist on life whenever the lid tight

I'm on your breath, I'm in your stomach You feel that You should probably trust it

Might be something, might be great Might be wave, wave, the center of the parade

See my reflection in your shades So I copy and paste, screenshot just in case

So I can show you proof when you away Stuck in a maze, collecting crumbs from these 808s

That's why I'm up till the AM, uh So can I get an amen, uh

That's why I'm up till the AM, uh So can I get an amen

That's why I'm up till the AM, uh So can I get an amen, uh

That's why I'm up till the AM, uh So can I get an amen

Work on that booty, cutie Smoke that ooey-gooey, We in the stewie-ooey Making that ooey-gooey

Peanut butter, jelly time Get that red wine, Put on that, you so fine You so fine, you blow my mind

Bang I'm out, fuck it I tried to nip-tuck it Are you ready to suck it

Cause I been all up in them guts Fuckin' it up, keep it a buck Or I'm chuckin' it up, Puffin' it up, Toughen my lungs cause I been Holdin' my breath for this long

For this very pattern I brought my own lantern You can have my shadow, my concrete, my mantle

So I can feel the light beyond the castle, Fuck this heavy-ass crown, you can have that

If they ever let me out, I ain't coming back, If they ever let me out, I ain't come back

What's this I smell? Pussy? Face down, ass up, Face down, ass up

Face down, ass up right before the punch-in That's record for some of y'all assumptions

I got bored, imagine if I had your effort Fuck this crown, told you this shit make my head hurt

All of a sudden you wanna bail when we over the hill, You spent prime time icing out the shit that I built

When I got up on stilts to capture the stills Yo, this shit can't be real,

I watched Yo, I let you go the wrong way I ate up all the mistakes, I fucked them long days

I made my own Kool-Aid with the water from the outside Spigot it, then I made you finger lick it

Take it on the left foot, Take it on the left foot

Take it on the left foot, Take it on the left foot, I got it

Run, motherfucker, run, we ain't done yet Wake your ass up, sound the trumpets

One mile, ain't shit, two mile, ain't shit, three mile, green mile Ooh, let me paint this

Take a breath of this painless Uh, don't be afraid of the spaceship

Uh, I put together God's playlist Uh, he wanted me to translate this

Uh, that's why I'm up till the AM Uh, so can I get an amen

Uh, that's why I'm up till the AM Uh, so can I get an amen