Merlyn Wood – Fye lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hottie hey, ay, I go by the name of Merlyn
I don't like society, I don't like sobriety
I come from West Campus, where the trees grow tall
Wanna smoke some of that broccoli? I could break you off
It's fire

[Interlude]
Well she a bad one
Hope she like ugly boys that rap good
You know them pretty girls
They be all thinking like they black
Oh

[Verse 2]
I think I'm white, I—I think I'm wigga
She [?] even though my hometown richer-er
She ride or die, uh—uh
She got a fire, uh
She roll my fire up
And we get higher

[Chorus 1]
And someone call the cops up
Tell them got a fire
And someone call the fireman
Tell them got a fire
And someone call—Wha
[?]
I am on fire
And—I am on fire
And someone call—
I am on fire

[Post-Chorus]
A simple mind, a simple way
It's all gon' lead me to my grave

[Interlude]
I got my baby in the front and a ounce in the back
And a ounce for the front and my baby got back
I say my baby on the front and a ounce in the back
And a ounce for the front and my baby for the touch

[Verse 3 (+ Kevin Abstract)]
See you [?] red flame to the reaper
She hot, and she hot, and she know I'm 'bout to re-up
But she hot, sip her hot, and you know I catch that fever
I could never leave her, I could never leave her
(What the fuck is [?] nigga
2015 is yo' year, motherfucka
We in this motherfucka
BROCKHAMPTON, nigga let's go)

[Chorus 2]
And someone call the cops up
Tell them got a fire
And someone call—
Got a fire
And someone call—
We men got fire
And someone call—
Got a fire
I am on fire, and
I am on fire
I am on fire
I am on fire

[Outro]
Okay
That's—
That's that dope