Текст песни Surf - Mirage

[Intro]
Yeah (Uh-uh)
Yeah (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Woah

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck in the back of a Jeep (Jeep)
I drop bags on a girl I'ma keep (Uh-huh)
She want red bottoms on her feet (Her feet)
I still want me a Patek Philippe (Uh-huh)
Had to cut off the hoes on the side (Side)
'Cause my bitch bad, she a ride or die
I don't even know how the fuck I'm alive, I should've been gone a few times (Yeah)
Her body on Nicki Minaj, her body on AriTheDon (Yeah)
I can't even tell even tell what the hell I be seein', it's all a mirage (Yeah)
I don't even know how the fuck to feel 'cause my mama done died (Yeah)
I don't even know how the fuck to feel 'cause my partner done died

[Post-Chorus]
Don't you worry about me, I'm just ventin'
Had to cut that lil' boy out the business
If I told you, "I love you," I meant it (Yeah)
I do not give a fuck 'bout a kitchen
Why you doin' that talkin' and dissin'? (Yeah)
Why you doin' that talkin' and dissin'? (Woah, yeah)
Whole time, I was a good friend, you was switchin'
Back then, I was naive, I was movin' dumb, I ain't know (I was movin' dumb, I ain't know)
Back then, had a big bag, but I blew it all on a ho (Blew it all on a ho)
But I'm up now, got a fast car, I don't how to drive slow (Can't even drive slow)
Could wake up, count a hundred racks, but it ain't enough, I want more (Ain't enough, I want more)

[Verse]
Had enough of that, I want a bad bitch with a big bag (Yeah)
Hop in, told her, "Sit back"
I'm a real one, don't forget that (Yeah)
Tryna stack bread like a Big Mac
Wanna eat good like a big back (Yeah)
Seven figs, can you dig that?
Let the M6 give you whiplash
You tryna get by, I'm tryna get past (You tryna get by, I'm tryna)
Huh, young nigga, stay with my dog like I'm RiFF RAFF (Woah, stayin' with my dogs)
Yeah, own lane, see a clear path (Woah)
Whole team like the pit staff (Woah)
Whole neck full of damn water (Woah)
Whole head like a damn raft (Woah)
Strip club, standin' with a ten, tryna hold hands (Bad bitch tryna hold hands)
Whole lot of goddamn ones, fuck a rubberband (Lot of ones, fuck a rubberband)
Young nigga, I been on the grind, no pole jam (Yeah, on the grind, no pole jam)
Backseat, tryna hop on top, no Trojan

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck in the back of a Jeep (Jeep)
I drop bags on a girl I'ma keep (Uh-huh)
She want red bottoms on her feet (Her feet)
I still want me a Patek Philippe (Uh-huh)
Had to cut off the hoes on the side (Side)
'Cause my bitch bad, she a ride or die
I don't even know how the fuck I'm alive, I should've been gone a few times (Yeah)
Her body on Nicki Minaj, her body on AriTheDon (Yeah)
I can't even tell even tell what the hell I be seein', it's all a mirage (Yeah)
I don't even know how the fuck to feel 'cause my mama done died
I don't even know how the fuck to feel 'cause my partner done died

[Post-Chorus]
Don't you worry about me, I'm just ventin'
Had to cut that lil' boy out the business (Ah)
If I told you, "I love you," I meant it (Yeah)
I do not give a fuck 'bout a kitchen (Ah)
Why you doin' that talkin' and dissin'? (Yeah)
Why you doin' that talkin' and dissin'? (Why? Yeah)
Whole time, I was a good friend, you was switchin'
Back then, I was naive, I was movin' dumb, I ain't know (I was movin' dumb, I ain't know)
Back then, had a big bag, but I blew it all on a ho (Blew it all on a ho)
But I'm up now, got a fast car, I don't how to drive slow (I can't even drive slow)
Could wake up, count a hundred racks, but it ain't enough, I want more