Windermere Lyrics

Homie when you getting here?

I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere

I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp

But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop

Get my money and stack it

Like people causing a racket

I take the beats that I am blessed with

And I turn them to classics

I should just stop rapping

I should just stop rapping

Cause I've inflated my ego

And I can no longer back it, now go

Right back to the booth, cause I don't stop

We go hard cause baby I'm a rockstar

Pull up in a nice car, I'm a try hard

Cause I gotta get the girl like it's a fairy tale

She been keeping me up like all week

Walking around the corner but I don't peek

I don't peek

I don't peek

I took myself to breakfast

I took myself to lunch


I took myself to dinner

And I took myself to brunch

And I took myself to work

Cause I know it's the only

Way that I'm gonna make money in the real world

Jealous of the literal boys who getting the real girls

But I applaud the ones who are getting ones with real curls

Give yourself a pat on the back

This is the only that I'm ever cutting you slack, boy

Homie when you getting here?

I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere

I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp

But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop

Get my money and stack it

Like people causing a racket

I take the beats that I am blessed with

And I turn them to classics

I should just stop rapping

I should just stop rapping

Cause I've inflated my ego

And I can no longer back it, now go

Call me back lil, on the phone

Classical baby she only want a bone

Give her blonde hair, blue eyes, in the zone

If you're trying to make a real life Sim just don't, yeah

Pressed down, on the gas

She was kinda a dork, only really played brass

Going 20 miles under, I'm gonna be late to class

Spilling all the grams, my apologies that's my mass, uh

Got you a gift for Christmas

It's my estate, and a new mistress

Treat her like your girl cause I know that you're into that

Yeah, but I had figured

That'd you'd go bigger

And buy a resort, successful gold digger

Why do I do these things for you

Knowing they are wrong

All of these false hopes are poisoning my songs

All this pain


Calling me once again

God have mercy on me, yeah

God have mercy on me, yeah

Homie when you getting here?

I'm hanging out at Cumberland, it's straight through town on Windermere

I know that you don't know the geography of the swamp

But that's okay cause I'm bout to turn the directions into a bop

Get my money and stack it

Like people causing a racket

I take the beats that I am blessed with

And I turn them to classics

I should just stop rapping

I should just stop rapping

Cause I've inflated my ego

And I can no longer back it, now go