Smoky room spinning
Had about five spliffs now, I guess I should be chilling but
I'm rolling up another one, smoking up another one
F*ck work tomorrow I'm gonna smoke until the sun comes up
And my favourite Marvin Gaye song's on, baby this could be our swan song
I see you got a leopard print thong on, but I'm a vegetarian
Buy two cans of that Stella Artois, now she says she wanna f*ck with Arthur Prada
Local ganja farmer, rolling up like I'm Benihana
She says she love my swagger, it comes natural I don't need to act up
She sitting on my lap bruv, she thought it was my cock it was the pack bruv
She rolling up in traffic, in the cut with a bad bitch
So hard for me to act average, not 21 but I'm still a savage
Rolling off of something, think she spiked me
I guess that she didn't even like me
My wallet's gone it's probably already empty
Spent my last money on some vossy
But she could still be wifey tho, the way she move it fast and then she drop it slow
Now I'm wondering where'd the ceiling go?
That dope f*cked up my visuals
Uphorium - Amsterdam Lounge (feat. Arthur Prada) Lyrics
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Smoky room spinning
Had about five spliffs now, I guess I should be chilling but
I'm rolling up another one, smoking up another one
F*ck work tomorrow I'm gonna smoke until the sun comes up
And my favourite Marvin Gaye song's on, baby this could be our swan song
I see you got a leopard print thong on, but I'm a vegetarian
Buy two cans of that Stella Artois, now she says she wanna f*ck with Arthur Prada
Local ganja farmer, rolling up like I'm Benihana
She says she love my swagger, it comes natural I don't need to act up
She sitting on my lap bruv, she thought it was my cock it was the pack bruv
She rolling up in traffic, in the cut with a bad bitch
So hard for me to act average, not 21 but I'm still a savage
Rolling off of something, think she spiked me
I guess that she didn't even like me
My wallet's gone it's probably already empty
Spent my last money on some vossy
But she could still be wifey tho, the way she move it fast and then she drop it slow
Now I'm wondering where'd the ceiling go?
That dope f*cked up my visuals
Had about five spliffs now, I guess I should be chilling but
I'm rolling up another one, smoking up another one
F*ck work tomorrow I'm gonna smoke until the sun comes up
And my favourite Marvin Gaye song's on, baby this could be our swan song
I see you got a leopard print thong on, but I'm a vegetarian
Buy two cans of that Stella Artois, now she says she wanna f*ck with Arthur Prada
Local ganja farmer, rolling up like I'm Benihana
She says she love my swagger, it comes natural I don't need to act up
She sitting on my lap bruv, she thought it was my cock it was the pack bruv
She rolling up in traffic, in the cut with a bad bitch
So hard for me to act average, not 21 but I'm still a savage
Rolling off of something, think she spiked me
I guess that she didn't even like me
My wallet's gone it's probably already empty
Spent my last money on some vossy
But she could still be wifey tho, the way she move it fast and then she drop it slow
Now I'm wondering where'd the ceiling go?
That dope f*cked up my visuals
Writer: arthur prada, liam winton
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