Michael Cera (Og) (Feat. Ace_Santana02)

Yeah, yesterday felt like magic
(Bip, bip, bip)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a yeah, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, ayy, whistle ayy, yeah

Yesterday felt like magic (Brah)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a dream, my nigga
I pray it don't come with no static (Brah)
I pray it don't play out dramatic (yeah)
It really ain't funny
I'm hungry as fuck for this shit (Bip)
I really like humbling bitches, yeah (Bip)
It's making me fumble the bitches
Who the fuck got dope? I need my mans (Dope)
His bitch retwist my twist
Got a homie that hate on my hit's (Hit)
Got a homie that hate my bitch (Bi'h)
Got a bitch that hate on my bitch (Bi'h)

That bitch, she don't need no mascara (Huh?)
In the stu' wit' Glock, and some Wok'
This the era (Grah, grah)
I just saw this white girl
I think her name was Sarah
I chill wit' my white boy
He look like Michael Cera
I chill wit' my wit' my motherfucking goons
(yeah) bitch we be outside like every
Time you see the moon
Please stop asking for a scoop
I'm not no motherfucking spoon
Please stop asking for a scoop
I'm way too gone, bae, i can't drive
(Bi'h) bitch, I'm gonna date, had
To tell that bi'h, "I'm way too high"
All the way, i'm on a date if I know I'm
Gon' be in between them thighs (Brah, brah)