"Toblerone <3" lyrics
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Tell me what's going on
Tell me some shit that don't no one know
Yap to me, baby, just overload
You can open shit, baby, won't show a soul
And ain't no one here, baby, I'm so alone (So alone)
So alone, hands on my face like I'm home alone (Home alone)
Tats on my face like I'm Post Malone (Post Malone)
Dancing like I'm in the Boiler Room, dressing like I'm in the [?]
Moving like I'm in a motor home, I'm by my cheese like some Parmesan
I'm by my cheese like so Provolone, I had to tell baby "Hold the phone"
She think I'm sweet like a Toblerone
I have you know I'm still going strong
It was murder she wrote and I broke her bone
[?], I wrote this song
I wish everyone lived in a home they own
Or at least maybe some kinda rent control
I got too many things that I can't control
I told God I'm allergic to being broke
He said "Money [?], don't overdose"
My handwriting is ugh but my pen is dope
If I love her, I give her the tennis stroke
I got love for these niggas, I kill them though
I heard tobi still up in here feeling woke
There's a bunch of emotions I will evoke
[?] on deck, bitch, I'm difficult
Right now me and my baby use different soap
If we bored and got money, we will elope
Yeah, we will elope
Head to Vegas on a plane, I already got the ring
Do you feel me?
Tell me what's going on
Tell me some shit that don't no one know
Yap to me, baby, just overload
You can open shit, baby, won't show a soul
And ain't no one here, baby, I'm so alone (So alone)
So alone, hands on my face like I'm home alone (Home alone)
Tats on my face like I'm Post Malone (Post Malone)
Dancing like I'm in the Boiler Room, dressing like I'm in the [?]
Moving like I'm in a motor home, I'm by my cheese like some Parmesan
I'm by my cheese like so Provolone, I had to tell baby "Hold the phone"
She think I'm sweet like a Toblerone
I have you know I'm still going strong
It was murder she wrote and I broke her bone
[?], I wrote this song
I wish everyone lived in a home they own
Or at least maybe some kinda rent control
I got too many things that I can't control
I told God I'm allergic to being broke
He said "Money [?], don't overdose"
My handwriting is ugh but my pen is dope
If I love her, I give her the tennis stroke
I got love for these niggas, I kill them though
I heard tobi still up in here feeling woke
There's a bunch of emotions I will evoke
[?] on deck, bitch, I'm difficult
Right now me and my baby use different soap
If we bored and got money, we will elope
Yeah, we will elope
Head to Vegas on a plane, I already got the ring
