Vegas Flamingo ft. Squidessential, J Koozie & Lemmedoya Lyrics

I just wanna roll back, put my toes to the ground

I'm trippin' ball sacks, meltin' into the crowd

They didn't know, jack, chasin' down the sound

It's on the low, and I don't wanna go

But I should, could if I would, but I can't stand up for the life of me

Two dice on the wood, that's the night for me

Tongue to the fang like I bite to bleed

Dumb in the brain, puttin' pipes to dreams

Some say I'm alright and I fight to be

I light the weed, Squid hype the beat

P-Lane turn Vegas to Cypher Street

Sin be the city, rippin' a spliff while I'm grippin' a 50

So swifty, Minnesota sent me to run up your tank till it's empty

I flip on the pace like a 10-speed

Get ripped all the way to the next week

It's so damn cold, but I don't feel it in my bones

I got so drunk the Uber took me home

Ride, passin' back the green he's in the know

Light, shinin' through my eyes and in my dome

I think the city took away my soul

Still I float in the ocean, steady, tokin' a potion

Get ready, zoned and I'm hopin

These ghosts explode like confetti

Just Squid and friends in the Chevy

Quick speed, cops wouldn't let me

Good grief, we're all pinchin' pennies

You sheep, we're all gettin' buried too deep

I'm a little misfit, quick like a parking ticket

Off the rip, so prolific, persist

We so consistent, it's quick and it's so illicit

It's swift, how could you miss it

A zip is what you're liftin

Shit, that's your conviction

I'm in the zone

Get trophies, I'm at home, I'm layin' prone

Shred tires in the beater, swervin' cones

Just wired new speakers, hit the road

Money tired, feelin' cheaper eat at home

You can catch me in the four-door, kickin' out the floorboards

No mirrors, cause I'm only movin' forwards

No time, cause you only gettin' four words

Been hungry, man, gimme all the hors d'oeuvres

Peace of mind when I kiss the sky

Livin' now, but I was born to die

Yeah, I seen some shit, but won't testify

I'm gon' plead the fifth, remain mystified

And I'm headin' out

Dodge bad traffic on the daily route

Stats past average, you can pay me out

Bars way savage, you can't play me out

Old man habits, I stay in the house

Snacks, yeah, I grab it, I be in the couch

Style stay rabid foam up in my mouth

P-Lane habit, it ain't been, no doubts

No, it ain't been, no doubts

Yo, back at it again like a flashback

Back at it like I forgot a hashtag

I take a trip with the drip off the plane

To a lane, slow drain to my brain, that's the jet lag

Briefcase in a Cadillac

Top down as I cruise around Bum Mac

Blood pourin' out my nose, that's a fun fact

Funeral the vibe when the track die, run it back

Faces laughin', I'm in trouble

Lights be flashin', seein' double

Think I'm crashin', I might fumble

Here's some tabs, just take a couple

I-I-I think I'm too high

Feed birds in the sky

Think I'm losin' my mind

Think I'm rolling out of sight