Michael cera lyrics

[Intro: Your Stepdad & Ace_Santana]
Yeah, yesterday felt like magic (Bip, bip, bip)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a— yeah, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, ayy, *whistle* ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad & Ace_Santana02]
Yesterday felt like magic (Brah)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a dream, my n*gga
I pray it don't come with no static (Brah)
I pray it don't play out dramatic (Yeah)
It really ain't funny, I'm hungry as f*ck for this sh*t (Bip)
I really like humbling b*tches, yeah (Bip)
It's making me fumble the b*tches
Who the f*ck got dope? I need my mans (Dope)
His b*tch retwist my twist
Got a homie that hate on my hits (Hit)
Got a homie that hate my b*tch (Bi'h)
Got a b*tch that hate on my b*tch (Bi'h)

[Verse 2: Ace_Santana02 & Your Stepdad]
That b*tch [?], she don't need no mascara (Huh?)
In the stu' wit' Glock, and some Wok', this the era (Grah, grah)
I just saw this white girl, I think her name was Sarah
I chill wit' my white boy, he look like Michael Cera
I chill wit' my— wit' my motherf*cking goons (Yeah)
b*tch we be outside like every time you see the moon
Please stop asking for a scoop, I'm not no motherf*cking spoon
Please stop asking for a scoop, I'm way too gone, bae, I can't drive (Bi'h)
b*tch, I'm gonna date, had to tell that bi'h, "I'm way too high"
All the way, I'm on a date if I know I'm gon' be in between them thighs (Brah, brah)