Magic Hour ft. Devin Route Lyrics

Everybody, hit me up

It's Friday, what's up?

Work's got me stressing

Let's fuck up the club

Dapper's the dress code

The Roley's a must

Just grabbed the ganja

So come take a puff

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

I'm the master of my domain

City lights shine on my bros

Tailored my clothes

Work hard, play hard

My code

Time to let go

Where the fuck did Thomas go?

Mr. Steal Your Girl

City lights shine on my bros

Tailored my clothes

Work hard, play hard

My code

Time to let go

Bet your ass I'm rocking that Gucci double G belt

Paired it with my True Religions

Flick my wrist to flex the Yachtmaster rhodium dial

Ferragamos I'm walking in

I've brought my bag of tricks

Upped the anti and I just can't resist

I'm a stranger to sane

But no stranger to fame

You won't catch me off game

Tonight I'm off the chain

Although I'm truly enslaved

Adrenaline fiend

A finger presses my nares

Stimulating my mesolimbic system

Dopamine released into my synapse

Do it for the esteem

Do it for the Gram

Relying on this shit

So I can spit some game

I promise I won't I touch it again for a while

I'm too attached to admit

I'm a deteriorating brainchild

I'm a deteriorating brainchild

I'm a deteriorating brainchild