LUCKI - Syrup Talk lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - Syrup Talk lyrics]
On my way home i'm on my way home
I just got lost, on my way home again and
I'm in cold LA i'm in Dallas, Texas
I'm back in South Florida, I feel home now
3 10 Percocets
Fuck, Xan' is my new home now
Chasing the full moons set a half
One on my phone now
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
Bitch prove to me I'm Satan
I'll tell you anything i'm juiced up
She just wanna mix up my new Kool-Aid
I'm moving payback off
This Operation Doomsday
I do the dash, if that door open
You too late
I fell in love with cocaine, Xanax
Said I'm two faced (That I'm two faced)
(I fell in love with, coke, with, Xanax)
You don't know it's cold in the summer
'Cause it get cold in the
Summer when you just alone
Ten Xan's, ten Perc's
Won't answer your phone
You just by yourself, you just by yourself
You just in your room waiting for that room
Waiting for the doom you just in your room
Can't find yourself can't find the room
Where is home now, where is home now
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
Prove to me I'm Satan
I'll tell you anything
I'll tell you anything
I'll tell you anything
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
(Haha) i'm a drama queen
And I'm dashin' if I'm dashin'
Let's do anything
I do my money dash, she tell me freeze up
I let her count my money, I like to tease her
She told me every time that the boy toy re-up
I got my feet up, I'm breathin', I need her
Sometimes I'm homesick, ain't no Xan's
I mistreat her
Replace her Stans with some Raf Simons Adidas
Xan' on my name I kinda hate it
But it's me though i pop another one
Watchin' the critics reload
Lil' bitch, I'm bossy baby
Hop in my wallet baby i fix the game
I'm makin money off these lost lil' niggas
Xanax my mans, they get him gone
I'm in the coffin with him
She said some Xan' was in my system
It's forgot forgettin'
Shawty I been with it god want me sinnin'
I was born for that, I was born for that
Baby boy, I'm back baby boy, I'm back
I'm a drama queen let's do too many things
I just got lost, on my way home again and
I'm in cold LA i'm in Dallas, Texas
I'm back in South Florida, I feel home now
3 10 Percocets
Fuck, Xan' is my new home now
Chasing the full moons set a half
One on my phone now
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
Bitch prove to me I'm Satan
I'll tell you anything i'm juiced up
She just wanna mix up my new Kool-Aid
I'm moving payback off
This Operation Doomsday
I do the dash, if that door open
You too late
I fell in love with cocaine, Xanax
Said I'm two faced (That I'm two faced)
(I fell in love with, coke, with, Xanax)
You don't know it's cold in the summer
'Cause it get cold in the
Summer when you just alone
Ten Xan's, ten Perc's
Won't answer your phone
You just by yourself, you just by yourself
You just in your room waiting for that room
Waiting for the doom you just in your room
Can't find yourself can't find the room
Where is home now, where is home now
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
Prove to me I'm Satan
I'll tell you anything
I'll tell you anything
I'll tell you anything
Let's do too many things, I'm a drama queen
(Haha) i'm a drama queen
And I'm dashin' if I'm dashin'
Let's do anything
I do my money dash, she tell me freeze up
I let her count my money, I like to tease her
She told me every time that the boy toy re-up
I got my feet up, I'm breathin', I need her
Sometimes I'm homesick, ain't no Xan's
I mistreat her
Replace her Stans with some Raf Simons Adidas
Xan' on my name I kinda hate it
But it's me though i pop another one
Watchin' the critics reload
Lil' bitch, I'm bossy baby
Hop in my wallet baby i fix the game
I'm makin money off these lost lil' niggas
Xanax my mans, they get him gone
I'm in the coffin with him
She said some Xan' was in my system
It's forgot forgettin'
Shawty I been with it god want me sinnin'
I was born for that, I was born for that
Baby boy, I'm back baby boy, I'm back
I'm a drama queen let's do too many things