it’s like logic w a spin of rnb im rly feeling this

Good Vibes 38🎤💯♠️🔥🔊👌🏾💃🏾

mayshowers

SKYISFALLING.

prod. Icee Red

Lyrics

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

How many chickens you got in your coop?
How many figures I gotta recoup?
How many bridges? 
I’ve burnt me a few
Just give me the word we’ll call it a truce
I’ma need pills hard to swallow the truth
How many different apologies to leave at the tone?
Girl pick up your phone
Damn how many times are you blocking me?
Okay I get it you not in the mood
Mix my regret with the Clase Azul
Been to the Getty inside of the Louvre
Ain’t seen nothing nearly as classy as you
Don’t kick me to curb the side of the road
Jehovah my witness be right at your door
Whenever you need you a smooth operator
A groom that can say to you Sade Adu

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

Young n**** upper echelon
I was chosen they deemed me the next one
Pool of money dip your toes in the hedge fund
She my late night host like a n****on a press run
On her bumper like it’s rush hour
Take it slow baby please what’s the rush now?
Even love it when you scream and I’m cussed out
Do the most, make a scene in the restaurant 
Yeah she rare as a sun or moon eclipse
I know there is a God cause the proof exists
Intelligent design she just too particular
I can tell He took His time like a new patek
Compete for the spot, need the key to your lock
I ain’t tripping I done got it off a dream and a dollar
Now cash rule everything around me girl
So you already know that you the cream of the crop
Your body language speak it well
So baby shut the blinds like we reading braille
They ever give an n**** twenty-five to life
She even hold me down in a prison cell
Whenever she around feel like everyday a Saturday
I’m living out an episode of SNL
I spent my last dollar trying to please you girl
So I threw a couple coins in my wishing well 
Damn

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

Yeah would you call back?
Yeah would you cut me slack?
Hit you like a cul-de-sac
Unconditional love when it’s all said
I’m still wishing you well would you call back?
Yeah would you call back?
Yeah would you cut me slack?
Hit you like a cul-de-sac
Unconditional love when it’s all said
I’m still wishing you well would you call back?

Wishing Well

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Intro

(Yeah, uh, uh—smooth like silk, baby)

West side, where the bassline bounce, uh

Keep it chill, but the game still counts

Hook (Loop)

Smooth operator, drip like water

Cash in the safe, yeah, the bills get broader

Glide through the city, cool like Sinatra

Talk big game, but your moves get nada

Smooth operator, drip like water

Flex too hard? Better check that karma

Low ride swing, vibe get hotter

West Coast king, yeah, I’m still that shotta

Verse

Slick talk, smooth walk, ice on the collar

Pockets too deep, yeah, they call me a scholar

Cruise through lanes where the sun stay golden

West side rules, boy, better stay focused

I don’t chase clout, let the clout come chase me

Gotta pay the cost if you ever wanna face me

Laid-back flow, but the hustle stay crazy

Flip that check, whole vibe too wavy

Verse

Late-night creep, low beams on the six-fo'

Money in my mind, man, what you think I spit for?

Never stress moves, yeah, I do it like a kingpin

Gold on my neck while your rent still pending

Slick like a fox, yeah, sharp like a razor

Stay on top, got love for my haters

Cruisin’ through the block, whole scene gets louder

Still laid back, but the flex get prouder

Bridge

(Yeah, uh)

Stack it up, rack it up, let it all ride

West Coast steppin’ with that heat on the side

Slow sip game while the bassline slide

Still that dude with the world on my stride

Gold-Game-Strong

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