lunaa - Wishbone Lyrics

Pass the blunt
It's another fucking matter of the fact and now I'm up
Wanna try to get to know me then you go then you push on all my buttons
And expect me not to dip like everybody gives a fuck
Bitch I never gave a fuck an now it's passion in the mud
Try to tell me that she love me but she love me for the bud
Now she calling me a prick I swear to fuck i've had enough
Caught me in my element in winter warm as fuck
Double layer in my cup
Double layer in my cup
Too late
Got me caught by the back door
2 shots 5 down in the transport
Addy hit my line, and now i'm coming with the recourse
Try and tell me that i'm wrong I won't stand for it
Death grip, might break like a wish bone
Blast off, 2 hits from the crystal
Too far, outta reach boutta explode
4am alone I'm seeing shadows when I miss you
Thumbtacks see the flick of the wrist
Might smoke too fast, pass the bag and a switch
Criss Cross switch lanes 105 in the 6
I'm passed out, doing thirty with my hand on the grip
It's like
Taking photos on my phone as I crash and burn
Switching up the seats i'm being marked as a passenger
Dreaming bout the fact that imma die before I get it
But you're wrapped around my body like ivy
Facing off the dragon with different hieroglyphics
And the fashion is immaculate dripping
I got the bag and I'm winning
I got the passion and feeling
Might drop a tab and i'm feeling like i'm a god
I put up a facade in this
What we got activating split up into fractals
And assemble in a second while the colours turning backwards
Flipping through different dimensions
I'm on a quest for ascension
I take a hit
And I feel like i'm a letdown
Death grip, might break like a wish bone
Blast off, 2 hits from the crystal
Too far, outta reach boutta explode
4am alone I'm seeing shadows when I miss you
Thumbtacks see the flick of the wrist
Might smoke too fast, pass the bag and a switch
Criss Cross switch lanes 105 in the 6
I'm passed out, doing thirty with my hand on the grip

Pass the blunt
It's another fucking matter of the fact and now I'm up
Wanna try to get to know me then you go then you push on all my buttons
And expect me not to dip like everybody gives a fuck
Bitch I never gave a fuck an now it's passion in the mud
Try to tell me that she love me but she love me for the bud
Now she calling me a prick I swear to fuck i've had enough
Caught me in my element in winter warm as fuck
Double layer in my cup
Double layer in my cup
Too late
Got me caught by the back door
2 shots 5 down in the transport
Addy hit my line, and now i'm coming with the recourse
Try and tell me that i'm wrong I won't stand for it
Death grip, might break like a wish bone
Blast off, 2 hits from the crystal
Too far, outta reach boutta explode
4am alone I'm seeing shadows when I miss you
Thumbtacks see the flick of the wrist
Might smoke too fast, pass the bag and a switch
Criss Cross switch lanes 105 in the 6
I'm passed out, doing thirty with my hand on the grip
It's like
Taking photos on my phone as I crash and burn
Switching up the seats i'm being marked as a passenger
Dreaming bout the fact that imma die before I get it
But you're wrapped around my body like ivy
Facing off the dragon with different hieroglyphics
And the fashion is immaculate dripping
I got the bag and I'm winning
I got the passion and feeling
Might drop a tab and i'm feeling like i'm a god
I put up a facade in this
What we got activating split up into fractals
And assemble in a second while the colours turning backwards
Flipping through different dimensions
I'm on a quest for ascension
I take a hit
And I feel like i'm a letdown
Death grip, might break like a wish bone
Blast off, 2 hits from the crystal
Too far, outta reach boutta explode
4am alone I'm seeing shadows when I miss you
Thumbtacks see the flick of the wrist
Might smoke too fast, pass the bag and a switch
Criss Cross switch lanes 105 in the 6
I'm passed out, doing thirty with my hand on the grip