Dotions Lyrics - Singles - Hypothetical

Verse 1 

I'm in that paradise, a pair of dice 

To flip it to the winner, contradictory sinner 

finna finish all the liquor from the cabinets of madlibs 

Maybe rap on a napkin 

Exace her back while she's acting 

I'm dapping, rhythms up with acid, Last kid out while we're plastered 

Aw yeah, guess disasters happen, 

I'm gunna laugh just as loud as the door that I shattered 

You got a whole lotta nervous nerve, to swerve nerd to the left of my pattern 

Top of the latter, I'm checked off out in Pluto, ya'll futiles burn in Saturn 

Burning smoking in the matter, as I matter of fact I devoured the fat ass 

And sprinkle a little coke in it, no spinning till we know it's a dope ending need a little toke business 

I'm doing dotions of potions and poking the lotion and power the nose till the hoes get a toast in it 

Posting the zone, triple O's to the throne and the load needs to the soap till I hold and the rope finish 

(guess I'm privileged) 

Chorus 

Aw shit, aw shit, do a little bit 

Aw shit, just do a little bit 

(x2) 

Do I have time, do I have time, do I have 

Do I have time, do I have time, do I have 

Aw shit, aw shit do a little bit, aw shit just do a little bit 

(x2) 

Verse 2 

I've been diluted to personal hobby and everyone knows it well I came to see em 

Drastic endeavors to spark some allusion that I'm out the ground just to beat em (I beat em) 

And hoping ya'll know me like that, all the way heaven to hell and then back (i'm back) 

I'm sipping on crown to stay strapped, having a day to erase all my acts and I'm 

Starting up the beemer bout to fishtail 

Waking and baking to save the car smell 

Days pass and I'm sitting in a jail cell 

Face time better cast I'ma set sail 

I never could have wanted it to go stale 

Post bail through my email, that failed 

Take time with every detail, derailed 

Asking for my net worth like I'm retail 

She sells anything to anyone like ketamine and cinnabons to fetish queens with enemas 

I finna clean the rumors up, you lose to me you better run a centipede could lose the fun abuse you on a set of drums 

A need for speed and then it comes; disaster means a set of nuns about to see how quick I'm shunned 

A lack of interest left to none. I'm fast and asking how the puns are coming out my ass and such 

I guess I'm last to touch the factors backward off the plastic cup don't give a fuck at all. 

Chorus 

Aw shit, aw shit, do a little bit 

Aw shit, just do a little bit 

(x2) 

Do I have time, do I have time, do I have 

Do I have time, do I have time, do I have 

Aw shit, aw shit do a little bit, aw shit just do a little bit 

(x2)