Wiley from Atlanta - Vienna Lyrics

Smoke rings cloudy overhead
That lace kinda giving me ideas
I could die with you
Right here next to you in bed
Just to lie with you
Fumes might be going to my head
I'm alright with it
Sun making patterns on the light fixture
Whispers in my ear teeth bite through the fine tissue
Muzzle on my jaw that's a nice pistol
I bet you wont shoot
Fuck your old dude
And what you're going through