R CORTE FINO

Got a really active mind
I only act when it’s blank
My little God guides me
And a hit of angel dust has me flying

Come on, old man, let’s get moving
I’m itching to throw some punches
Let’s test the waters
We traded horns just two nights ago

I’ve leveled up hard, I’m on cloud nine
A Mojave, flowers, and sweets
We improvise for the girls
Yeah, they think about it, but they get on board

I’m definitely the black sheep
I’m lost on the highway
I’ve got a little something to forge ahead
And we’re going all night long
And we’re going, and we’re going all night long

Chill and we’ll stay up till dawn
Taking it easy, I won’t lose my cool
No wild trips, we don’t want that
Low profile, so they don’t even notice

They see my eyes closed
Not from being high, I’m just laid back
Rib eye, pure fine cut
We sold everything and doubled up

I’ve leveled up hard, I’m on cloud nine
A Mojave, flowers, and sweets
We improvise for the girls
Yeah, they think about it, but they get on board
I’m definitely the black sheep

I’m lost on the highway
I’ve got a little something to forge ahead
And we’re going all night long
And we’re going, and we’re going all night long

Uh!
Marca MP, my boy