6 Dogs - Genie in a Bottle Lyrics

(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)

Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove (swerving in the Range Rove)

Genie in a bottle, got 'em shook like the mentos
Tears in a jar, keep it as a memento
Money coming in let us know we got the work flow
It's been a long time since I dropped out of high school
It's not enough to chef it, yeah, you gotta have the recipe
I'ma drop the top like open sesame
When I'm at the crib, I just chill on the outside
Can't forget the past but move on to a better me
On the back porch, hear the wind through the tall trees
Yeah, we making waves, big drip like the high seas
Green on me like ivy, in the cut like IV
I'ma blow some racks 'cause I used to not like me
Used to not like me, now I'm cold, icy
Underwater, Pisces, splash, it's a whirlwind
World tour make the Earth spin, yeah, we working
Had to put my phone down, had to vibe in person

Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

(We were never meant to stay okay)
(Now I'm in the Range and I'm swerving in the Range Rove)

We where never meant to stay okay
Now I'm in the Range and it's great, okay
Swerving in the Range like nothing was the same
Skrrting through the rain, I forgot what is pain, yeah
Car spit flames, run away from the grave
We were never meant to stay okay
(I'm in the Range, yeah)

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove