Moonshine

Aye bro I'm bout to-
I'm bout to put you on bro (wha?)
Look, look
I just made this song
Like I- I woke up like at 3 am, I made the beat, you feel me
I just finished recording, all that bullshit right (nigga)
I made it, I really think you'd like it
(Is it gone be trash bruh)
No it's not trash, why would it be trash
Why would I tell you to check out trash bro, like
You really gonna try me like that? C'mon bruh
(I mean I ain't fuck with ya other shit that's why I'm saying)
I know, I know
Just listen, just listen, just listen
(Whatever)
Really really, really really want a bag
For u niggas this a hobby this a brag
But for me this a test, I hope I pass
Cause if I don't, ill take my life and get it back
Know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag
Know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag
Know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag
Know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag
Really really
Really really want a bag
For u niggas this a hobby this a brag
But for me this a test, I hope I pass
Cause if I don't, ill take my life and get it back

You're what the moon feels like
Baby, you're what the moon feels like
What the moon feels like
To me, to me
You're what the moon feels like
Baby, you're what the moon feels like
Yea, what the moon feels like
To me, to me

You're what the moon feels like (really really, really really want a bag)
Baby, you're what the moon feels like (for u niggas this a hobby this a brag)
Yea, what the moon feels like (but for me this a test, I hope I pass)
To me, to me (cause if I don't, ill take my life and get it back)
You're what the moon feels like (know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)
Baby, you're what the moon feels like (know I'm wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)
Yea, what the moon feels like (know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)
To me, to me (know I'm still wrong, but ill still pick up the mag)

Really really, really really want a bag
Oh, I want a bag
Yes I want a bag
Moon, please give me a bag

Oh, yea
(ooh)
You're what the moon feels like
Baby, you're what the moon feels like
Yea, what the moon feels like
To me, to me
You're what the moon feels like
Baby, you're what the moon feels like
Yea, what the moon feels like
To me, to me

Ok, my heads out the window
He whipping it fast
My feet on the seat
And I'm wanting you bad
Head on the roof and I'm feeling the draft
The trees get to laughing at me and I'm sad
But faces in everything that's where we at
I gotta do this shit
I gotta passion
Chiefing the L can u muhfukin pass it
Life is a bitch that I have imagined

Core memory
Speaking of fantasies
I got a long road
Road ahead of me
I'm singing my- oh shit hold on
117
Yes I'll keep it a buck
Keep it a hundred
I wanna be
Your idol
Your idol
Not enemies
Your idol
Your idol
Not enemies
Your idol
Your idol
Not enemies
Baby, you're what the moon feels like
To me