Dom Corleo - Self Care lyrics

What do you desire? Huh huh
Yeah, uh uh you want me gone
Uh uh, huh

It's a lot of money in this four door
Lotta vibes I done let go
Lotta times I done wished I could
Have made the time slow-mo
But I can't take time out my life
I need self care

Baby, I'm a player
And I'm on my grind like a skater
They look up to me like the mayor
Like, I'ma get rich and go ghost, hoe
I was in a fucking Rolls
Bitch, I was playing with the rolls
And the rolls got me LV kicks
Glock 42, sneaky shit (And I)
My first time in a lil' ride
And I just beat the case
Now I'm back in the Bay
Reminiscing on the high school days when they
Wasn't all up in my lane
Way back when I was lame
Back when I had to hit a bitch
Through the 'Gram 'cause she outta state
But now we in a new state
Just balling like my last day
Whatever city my mood and
I'm probably with Frank
Or I'm either with Goon
Goon say, "The bitch is killing my mood
I'll pass her to you"
And I'm like, "Okay, cool", yeah
Fuck it, you know what I do
But, baby, you don't gotta ask what I do
I fuck the money, keep it cool, baby
I'm the one like I'm McGrady, yeah
I up the shot and then I shoot
I'm the highest in the room
And, bitch, I'm higher than the roof
All the drank I'm finna pour, yeah
I'm dozing off in a cocoon

It's a lot of money in this four door
Lotta vibes I done let go
Lotta times I done wished I could
Have made the time slow-mo
But I can't take time out my life
I need self care