Lyrics Pink Fleece - Dave B.

Pink Fleece

I am all under your spell
We try and try so hard, can’t feel
If a nigga get stranded, pick me up
You get empty praises when you fill my cup
Raunchy and reckless, I dig it I’m good for rolling the dice
She said, nah, I could be your pornstar, boy I don’t bite
Watch me perform, let you perform
Into my arms, I did the norm
I be on my cool guy, I don’t hear some
In the pussy like the Aquaman, baby Boucher
Bend it over, poke your back, trust she gon' do great
This film make you nauseous, baby be cautious
Is it the truth that made me cold?
Was it the juice that got you wet?
Is it rules that made me broke?
You got here right on time, I swear
Is it the truth that made me cold?
Was it the juice that got you wet?
Is it rules that made me broke?
You got here right on time, I swear
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair
These hoes all on me, raindrops follow me
Angels watchin' me, halos probably
Ain’t no calm in me, there no resolve in it
I need you possibly, bullshit obsolete
We don’t even know what season we in
All my reasons for bein' is gone
You leave now, you could be here in a minute
The movie loaded and the liquor is strong
I got some new stans saying i’m the GOAT
I got a white boy homie with a boat
We hit the water, well she wanna go alone
I said, see that’s why you need to stay off the slopes
Livin', I’m givin' you new life, two times, each night
We need a timeout
Throw it back, throw it back, toss that, I be the whiteout
Baby you might, who am I kidding, bitch duh
Young black, living, not giving no fucks
Is it the truth that made me cold?
Was it the juice that got you wet?
Is it rules that made me broke?
You got here right on time, I swear
Is it the truth that made me cold?
Was it the juice that got you wet?
Is it rules that made me broke?
You got here right on time, I swear
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair
In your pink fleece, Nikes
Wonder why I stare
You a cold piece, icy
Let me be your chair