Self Care lyrics

by

Dom Corleo


[Intro]
What do you desire?
Huh-huh
Yeah, uh-uh
You want me gone
Uh-uh, huh

[Chorus]
It's a lot of money in this four-door
Lotta vibes I done let go
Lotta times I done wished I could have made the time slow-mo
But I can't take time out my life
I need self care

[Verse]
Baby, I'm a player
And I'm on my grind like a skater
They look up to me like the mayor
Like, I'ma get rich and go ghost, hoe
I was in a f*cking Rolls
b*tch, I was playing with the rolls
And the rolls got me LV kicks
Glock 42, sneaky sh*t (And I)
My first time in a lil' ride and I just beat the case, now I'm back in the Bay
Reminiscing on the high school days when they wasn't all up in my lane
Way back when I was lame
Back when I had to hit a b*tch through the 'Gram 'cause she outta state
But now we in a new state
Just balling like my last day
Whatever city my mood and I'm probably with Frank
Or I'm either with Goon
Goon say, "The b*tch is killing my mood, I'll pass her to you"
And I'm like, "Okay, cool", yeah
f*ck it, you know what I do
But, baby, you don't gotta ask what I do
I f*ck the money, keep it cool, baby
I'm the one like I'm McGrady, yeah
I up the shot and then I shoot
I'm the highest in the room
And, b*tch, I'm higher than the roof
All the drank I'm finna pour, yeah
I'm dozing off in a cocoon
[Chorus]
It's a lot of money in this four-door
Lotta vibes I done let go
Lotta times I done wished I could have made the time slow-mo
But I can't take time out my life
I need self care
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