Menthol
Sebastian Moncada
Ain't thinkin what it 'sposed to be
Feels the same, you're alone at sea
No one to blame, grab a rosary
Top down, baby lookin fine in the night time
They don't know what to say, they can't find the right lines
I been off the D'ussé, then she brought the white wine
Then she brought the white wine
She like pink moscato on her golden fountain
Buyin cream gelato, peppermint around it
Find a fiend a bottle, hella sins surroundin
Take it to Il Bacco, with the team we loungin
Callin me back home, baby lets go
Always been dead gone, you a mess hoe
Brewin up a storm, fuck the menthol
They still wanted more, we just hit low
