Silas Fiction - Fiona No Love lyrics

Rolling j's on a rainy day Its lit so its like a Sunday, wait, wait We don't have to talk about the smoke But each choke puts us on another road A new path in search of the show Found my new drug so I never let her go Even when I go I'm only down the road Living out these dreams soul keep a golden glow Quit f**ing with them lames now she onto a pro Whoa Got her own game she don't even need a coach, no Owner box White coat Nothing but a free throw She turn Marilyn Monroe to another so so, hoe Work of art, starry night Van Gogh Gold in her eyes inspires my drive down the road So I just thought I let her know Now that I'm in control of the show Running with a purpose Can we cut it like a blender Running with a purpose Which one is it Magic or the NutriBullet Gonna do some blending mixing Better check the engine It's essential to get the warranty extension Not to mention we can't leave it on the counter ledges Bigger than some blender pleasures In a short time I never met anyone better To withstand the storm I'm sure well find a better weather Or at least a shelter in a cellar I'm prepared for any dilemma Let it rain look baby I brought an umbrella Can we cut it like a blender