Yung Lean - uptown wok lyrics

Close as fuck to the microphone
Micro, microphone (Klassisk hiphop-grej)
Ey, turn it up in my, eh, headphones
Turn the snare a little bit up
I can't even hear the beat okay
(Turn the snare up in my headphones)
Yeah, yeah

Riding through the galaxy feng shui
Molecules bonded by THC
Riding through the galaxy
Feng shui, feng shui
Caught red handed with a hand
In the cookie jar
Yung Lean above average bars
Fucking blue bitches like I saw on Avatar
Most unlikely to catch me at a salads bar
Grab a jar betray them all
Like Jafar lSD trip, bitch I think I'm Babar
Put her body in my car
Wear nothing but lucha libre masks
Here to break flash and hand out fake cash

Michelle Obama got a fat ass
I think about it every time
I'm in maths class bubble bath
Hip chicks holding double flasks
Bubble glass filled with orange juice
Lean will lead to trouble fast troubled path
Double tap smuggle crack
Leandoer will slide off your head caps
Stuck in the middle, middle class
Fiddle with my boarding pass
Diddle with your Mom, like I'm Tom Riddle
From another time do her from behind
Pre-roasted oyster mango chutney
In the toaster money clip to money fold
On the port I have a zero
On the rollercoaster strike me up

Stuffed, roasted, greased chicken on a poster
Bacon and lettuce on a
Sandwich make it vanish
Get my hair cut by a Spanish
Catch a barber's itch
Sick shit, Yung Lean ain't got no glitch
Busting coppers like they bad bitch
Black magic evil wish cruel witch
Drink a glass of milk
Wash it down with a pill
Killing pussies, I mean puppies
Like Cruella De Ville
Living my life like I'm Dr Phil
That pussy's finger licking
Kicking down your door while
The clock is ticking plastic titty
Bricking THC up