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Codename: VIBE
by The Winter Mob
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Palm trees and calm breezes, yeah
Ooh Winter Mob goin' crazy
I know that I'm hard to love, but way harder to be hated
Really good at what I does, population turnin' jaded
Feel like everybody tired, got they wires cut
Now the vibe has fizzled out like flowers left out in the sun
Whatchu runnin' from? Your energy insane
Lookin' like a million thoughts be goin' off inside your brain
Burnt out like a racetrack, say you happy but your face slacked
Like your grace sapped, can't believe you let the people take that
I could never think of such a thing
Got more willpower than a Green Lantern ring
Like I'm Will Smith on the motivation ting
The energy I bring is similar to alchemy
Poppin' off like when a boomer catch you on they lawn
If the vibe is off then I'm not answerin' your call
Bitch suck my balls, lick my drawers, stuff wasabi in your craw
Lookin' like a boss while you lookin' lost in the sauce
My God
Last place is where your ass hates from
Mad cake is what I'm tryna make some
Dummy try to stop or fuck with my income
Then the shogun finna hit em with a big drum yeah
Shogun finna mag dump stay out the way son
Fucking with my paystub gon' put your missing face up
Life don't want to take none but they think that I'm fake huh
See me on the grind with my brodies on the way up
Smoking on the strong when shit wrong so everyday yeah
I'm just tryna ball and stack tall lots of paper
Forget about them calls from them hoes I'll hit em later
Just tryna move out the city and have no neighbors
Getting catered while faded while laying
Getting head from a bitch who's Russian or Asian
Quit playing that'll only slow your payment
Some shit I've had to tell myself daily
Palm trees and calm breezes, yeah
Ooh Winter Mob goin' crazy
I know that I'm hard to love, but way harder to be hated
Really good at what I does, population turnin' jaded
Feel like everybody tired, got they wires cut
Now the vibe has fizzled out like flowers left out in the sun
Whatchu runnin' from? Your energy insane
Lookin' like a million thoughts be goin' off inside your brain
Burnt out like a racetrack, say you happy but your face slacked
Like your grace sapped, can't believe you let the people take that
I could never think of such a thing
Got more willpower than a Green Lantern ring
Like I'm Will Smith on the motivation ting
The energy I bring is similar to alchemy
Poppin' off like when a boomer catch you on they lawn
If the vibe is off then I'm not answerin' your call
Bitch suck my balls, lick my drawers, stuff wasabi in your craw
Lookin' like a boss while you lookin' lost in the sauce
My God
Last place is where your ass hates from
Mad cake is what I'm tryna make some
Dummy try to stop or fuck with my income
Then the shogun finna hit em with a big drum yeah
Shogun finna mag dump stay out the way son
Fucking with my paystub gon' put your missing face up
Life don't want to take none but they think that I'm fake huh
See me on the grind with my brodies on the way up
Smoking on the strong when shit wrong so everyday yeah
I'm just tryna ball and stack tall lots of paper
Forget about them calls from them hoes I'll hit em later
Just tryna move out the city and have no neighbors
Getting catered while faded while laying
Getting head from a bitch who's Russian or Asian
Quit playing that'll only slow your payment
Some shit I've had to tell myself daily
