Fettuccine
Yo, Nikki pulled up, lookin’ real mean,
With a bag full of foil and some fettuccine.
She told JoJo, "Boy, it’s time to get right,
Grab them tooters, we smokin’ all night!"
Tooters in the air, foil in the pot,
Smokin’ fettuccine, we servin’ it hot.
Nikki and JoJo, rollin’ so clean,
Got that fetty haze, livin’ the dream!
Magical thinking.
JoJo took a puff, said, "This hit divine,
Nikki, you done made a foil so fine!"
She winked, "Baby, this that five-star high,
Fettuccine fumes got us touchin’ the sky!"
Nodding left, nodding right bobbing to the fetty tunes all damn night
Tooters in the air, foil in the pot,
Smokin’ fettuccine, we servin’ it hot.
Nikki and JoJo, rollin’ so clean,
Got that fetty haze, livin’ the dream!
So clean clean
Then BooBoo rolled through with a sauce so thick,
Said, "Lemme get a hit of that caked up straw!"
hit the tooter, gave a lil’ choke,
Mojo in the back yellin’, "don't pass me that foil"
Foil wrapped tight, keep the steam just right,
Fetty fumes swirling, it’s a wild good night.
Ben & Kayla in the cut, spinning their tooters high ,
Said, "I never thought I’d get high off fetty"
So if you see foil and you hear that toot,
Just know Nikki and JoJo got the fetty loot.
Smokin’ fettuccine, we on that ride,
Welcome to Tooter Town shiney foil vibes!
Tooter in the air, yeah, the vibe so smooth,
Foil party lit, let the smoke just move.
Heads noddin’, minds driftin’, lost in the sound,
Bass thump heavy, ain't no comin’ back down.
Foil burn slow, watch the ghost take flight,
Eyes glaze over, fade deep in the night.
Room full of whispers, but nobody speaks,
Just the rhythm of the breath and the cycle repeats.
Mirror on the table, city lights in the back,
Tooter tip kissed, got the train on the track.
Fingers trace circles, thoughts melt like wax,
Chasin’ that dragon ‘til the world fades to black.
Smoke trails twist, dance up to the moon,
Lost in the motion, ain't comin’ back soon.
Echoes of laughter, time slows and it bends,
But every good high gotta crash in the end.
Foil cools down, but the hunger remains,
Round and round, it’s the same old game.
Heads still noddin’, minds still driftin’,
Somewhere between lost and lifted.
Slapped with narcan, shit
Party fucked they hit me with the narcan
Fuck you Mutha Fuckers
They brought me back, just like that I'm glad
Fucked up my high, now I'm mad. Could have been bad everyone sad I could have been ghosted.
We all have stories good and bad let's not leave our loved ones sad. Ain't this a bitch it's got a grip back to the plug with shrug copping another foil filled dream. It's a fetty filled world.....
Mx_RemiXxX
