Foreign Forest – Band Tees lyrics

[Verse 1: Foreign Forest]
True life I think I'm a rockstar
Smoking give a fuck bout where the cops are
Wearing band tees even though I never heard of them
Shout out my listeners I fuck with bout a third of them
Leather Jack on so them bitches think I'm fozzy
I just did a show I don't know where my brain is foggy
My penthouse suite smell good like mohagany
Been smoking all day someone point out the lasagna please

Aye, aye you got my shirt, that's dope
Yeah, yeah yeah you got my shirt
You should work at FedEx cause you're really good at copying

My dick game Tinkerbell I make yo bitch fly
She said you want my album so I gave her one signed
Los Angeles with my bitch feeling blissful
Boy I'm eating yummy foods, I've never been this full
You diss fools, hoping that they give you a reaction
But I bet you motherfuckers couldn't tell if I was packing
Blap blap blap blap blap
Colorful, you like a rainbow
I gotta go, I got a show and I can't miss my plane bro

[Hook: Foreign Forest]
Good drugs in my system, I missed them
I got girls that I ain't remember kissing
Smoking blunts way bigger than my penis
Acting famous make you think that you a genius

[Verse 2: Dank $inatra]
I just left the Gucci store, I'm feeling like I'm Gucci
In NOLA with some hot boys, got me feeling like I'm Tunechi
Put her on that hippie shit and she said that shit groovy
Last year my hair was purple I was feeling like Lil Uzi

I feel like Michael Phelps with all this gold around my neck
I feel like Michael Phelps I gotta newborn son to feed
I feel like Michael phelps I'm taking bong rips at the party
I feel like Michael phelps I always put on for my team

I'm whipping the Benz, me and my friends, barely fitting all in
So bitches take Ubers
Evasive maneuvers if we spot some better than them
Apple computers with USB mics, I'm finna go in like a looter
We ain't came from shit but we only spit crack
And now they be on us like users

I'm thumbing through some fucking bands, I think I'm Pablo
And I ain't talking Escobar I think I'm Kanye
Money over bitches yeah that still the motto
But you know Ima feed you if you fucking with me the long way

Everywhere I go the Bape Stars on my feet
Looking like I'm Soulja round 2003
I got blunts that'll send your ass to Venus
Chillin with some twins, some Venus and Serena's

Popped the jigga with the Versace logo
Got her bouncing up and down just like a pogo
She said Dank, hope ain't nothing come between us
I said baby but your friend could be between us