Magalhães

You go coast to coast, inside my brain come like you're touring

That's why I'm never stressed when I'm by myself, it's never boring

Whole lot of sin, morals in a bin

You mix that coke and rum, I drink it straight

I like a gin

Do me a favour baby, don't do me no favours

I don't want your nonchalant on me, I need them flavours

That's what I like, checks over stripes

She a little sicko for the night, I'll oversight

Left to the right, that's how we fight

We sleeping on a king and somehow space is kinda tight