The Buzz (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Mataya & Young Tapz) [Bonus Track] - Hermitude

Don't worry about nothing Turn up 'em drums Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete Oh oh yeah Don't worry about nothing Yeah, move it! Oh oh... Oh oh Yeah, move it! Oh oh... Oh yeah... Yeah! Oh oh... Y-y-y-yeah Yeah, move it move it! Oh oh oh yeah... Don't worry about nothing Turn up 'em drums, t-turn up 'em drums Until the cops come Bang on them walls Until the roof falls And then the cops come, make the place go down... And you'll never shut this shit down Shut this down, shut this down Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete Make the place go down Don't worry about Don't worry about nothing... N-nothing Move it! m-move it! yeah... Don't worry about, nothing, nothing, nothing... Don't worry about nothing Turn up 'em drums Until the cops come, until the cops come Bang on them walls Until the roof falls, And then the cops come, make the place go down And you'll never shut this shit down Shut this down, shut this down Don't worry about nothing Turn up 'em drums, turn up, turn up 'em drums Make the place go down Don't worry about nothing Make the place go Don't worry about nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Midnight staring at the ceiling getting so high Rolling with the feeling just you and I Your ponytail swinging as you dance alone I'm about half gone And the champagne sweating on the table And the bomb still waiting on the Jager And you're so smooth I don't need a chaser When I taste your lips sip by sip I got a brand new buzz It's a lot harder than the whiskey does One shot of ya and you're in my blood Oh, and I can't get enough Wish I could bottle it up, 'cause now I'm hooked on love Oh, I got a brand new buzz There's a hundred proof chilled up and waiting With the blue moon I hate to waste it, but I've moved on to your temptation And I'd rather drown in this love I've found Now I'm done running them bar tabs up Ain't sneaking no Makers in my coffee cup Not a day goes by that I ain't kissing on your good stuff I got a brand new buzz I got a brand new buzz

Bitch, this ain't no boss it's a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug Bitch, this ain't beef, this world war Bitch, this ain't a show it's a world tour Bitch, you don't know me, yeah you knew me Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution Feeling like my chakras aligned From now on call me Don Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line Thugger Hoe, ain't no Ford, this a Maserati This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up outta You do anything for this 'lil bitch you might be a Cosby Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backing out it Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'ma go smack his body Hit 'em up like Did 'em up like Hit 'em up like Bitch, this ain't a boss this a boss up Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time Bitch, this isn't the plug, this the power line Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci It's Gucci Bitch, you ain't know me now you know me (yeah) Bitch, this ain't Adidas this Puma Bitch, that ain't the truth that's a rumor Bitch, you ain't my friend you a tumor Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time Now foul lines, just front lines Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mine And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling When you talk that shit be mumbling Man, I got my one shot Fucked around and and-one'd it If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting From the Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy Your mama should've told you that When we in it, one way out This life just like a cul de sac The hood behind me like a cobra back You quote the internet, I quote the facts But snake niggas never tell the truth You a liar If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die Real ones, I know you feel me Independent women, I know you feel me If you self-made me then you feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" Real dawgs, I know you feel me My OG's know they feel me, yeah Bad bitch, she want to feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you