Windermere
Auggie
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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
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