Will Kobus - strangers Lyrics

I bodied a bottle of casamigos
I took it to the throat, foul
Flagrant with a free throw
Was halfway from home
Intermission towards casino
Got a text from Kevin telling me to denote
Going home tonight
Said he linking with amigos
I haven't seen within a minute
Michelins a cheat code
Y'all seem close
I'm headed over
30 deep when I arrived
Chaos well enclosures
In my presence
More a prelude then I'm pressed to roll up
Sitting on the dock, a gust of wind intent to blow up
The mission, we parted ways like the wrists of Noah
Headed back to base
Before we leave a chance to pour up
Tore up
'Fore we hit the sprinter
A bag of chex was the dinner
Going dutch with all my niggas
Nutrition was out the center
Body heat produce a simmer
Trying to set it off
Glimmer gloss resting on the face of Paige
To my left, I'm feeling sauced
Hardly recognizing who around
Understand I'm feeling kinda down
Really rather drown
In my sorrows
Well-expressed through the sounds
Hardly recognizing who around
Understand I'm feeling kinda down
Really rather drown
In my sorrows
Well-expressed through the sounds
I can't allow emotion space to play Gepetto
Was pulling strings until you came like Dom Toretto
Trying to be my rock
Threatened by the role
Fast and furious we peddled
Trying to set a tone
You hit me on the phone
Wondering how I was doing
I was so alone
A message guarded by a wider smile I brand along
The facetime
What a time it was, the feelings strong
Several different songs I scribbled
With your timid qualms
At the center of the fluid psalms
Distance drew a bomb or C4
To the shit we bond
Over, clover lining thoughts of trying to remain fond
At dover street, done dove for heat
To battle what'll spawn
Within the crevasses of mind
Meddles with my charm
Always not enough
To satisfy the ones at arms
Length away
A bit possessive when I mark
A girl as good
Slight change is all I need to march
May have allowed too many showers to clog up my heart
Frontin' like my shit is straight but underneath I'm torn apart
Joan of Arc, fought to stay a hunnid
Don't you start
Trying to pull me out my discipline
You know I'm ginsu sharp

I bodied a bottle of casamigos
I took it to the throat, foul
Flagrant with a free throw
Was halfway from home
Intermission towards casino
Got a text from Kevin telling me to denote
Going home tonight
Said he linking with amigos
I haven't seen within a minute
Michelins a cheat code
Y'all seem close
I'm headed over
30 deep when I arrived
Chaos well enclosures
In my presence
More a prelude then I'm pressed to roll up
Sitting on the dock, a gust of wind intent to blow up
The mission, we parted ways like the wrists of Noah
Headed back to base
Before we leave a chance to pour up
Tore up
'Fore we hit the sprinter
A bag of chex was the dinner
Going dutch with all my niggas
Nutrition was out the center
Body heat produce a simmer
Trying to set it off
Glimmer gloss resting on the face of Paige
To my left, I'm feeling sauced
Hardly recognizing who around
Understand I'm feeling kinda down
Really rather drown
In my sorrows
Well-expressed through the sounds
Hardly recognizing who around
Understand I'm feeling kinda down
Really rather drown
In my sorrows
Well-expressed through the sounds
I can't allow emotion space to play Gepetto
Was pulling strings until you came like Dom Toretto
Trying to be my rock
Threatened by the role
Fast and furious we peddled
Trying to set a tone
You hit me on the phone
Wondering how I was doing
I was so alone
A message guarded by a wider smile I brand along
The facetime
What a time it was, the feelings strong
Several different songs I scribbled
With your timid qualms
At the center of the fluid psalms
Distance drew a bomb or C4
To the shit we bond
Over, clover lining thoughts of trying to remain fond
At dover street, done dove for heat
To battle what'll spawn
Within the crevasses of mind
Meddles with my charm
Always not enough
To satisfy the ones at arms
Length away
A bit possessive when I mark
A girl as good
Slight change is all I need to march
May have allowed too many showers to clog up my heart
Frontin' like my shit is straight but underneath I'm torn apart
Joan of Arc, fought to stay a hunnid
Don't you start
Trying to pull me out my discipline
You know I'm ginsu sharp