The Chapel (feat. P. Carrera)

Don't lose track mami stay focus
That last red top got me feeling open
Spanish weave so the posers scream hola
But she keep strolling she too colder
And she sniffin blow like red roses
Damn she lost her car keys to the rover
Turned my snake to a staff just like Moses
Had to find out that cola there ain't cola
Cigarette burns on a suede sofa
Evidence I was there when it's all over
Start from the bottom then it's all over
Funny how good pussy get all sober
Leg behind her head like she yoga
This ain't sex it's the battle of Saratoga
Camera watch Star War just like yoda
Cause what I look like turning down chocha
Bed getting wet sheets getting colder
Hickeys on her neck so daddy notice
After all he be keeping the lights on
Only right that we fuck with the lights on
Got damn you on
DC Mona Lisa damn u so drawn
Dive in deep til Im up in ya tum tum
Drummer boy that ass like prrrr um puh pum pum
Cash out yeah I'm gonna need a lump some
Lunch with ya mom set a Tao around one
Nigga gotta to see where that ass had come from
Found out where that ass had come from
Champagne dreams nightmares from capsules
Could annul but we don't know what we might go back to
Snakes on in the pews you can hear them rattle
As we walk down the aisle of that old white chapel