HALCYON RISING's video: A AP ROCKY- L D LOVE X EX X DREAMS SLOWED REVERB

!!!FLASHWARNING!!! Original song and video belongs to A$AP Rocky. Enjoy. Lyrics: I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD She ain't a stranger to the city life I introduce her to this hippy life We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid) I get a feelin' it's a trippy night Them other drugs just don't fit me right Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream Another quarter to the face system Make no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for love It takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams It started in Hollywood Dreamin' of sharin' love My tongue at a loss for words 'Cause my feelings just said it all Party just started up Dreamin' of sharin' worlds Held this feeling for way too long Said, "I really wanna let it go" I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope I've been getting high 'cause I figured Lord told me I've been drinking, driving, now we'll never go home I gon' stay in doubt because the weather's so cold Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down Makes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down Makes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it? For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (This for my broke jiggy niggas) Excuse me, fuck out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems My cheque arrive mañana, Imma pay my debt, I promise I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys I said, "excuse me, why the fuck you looking, what's your problem?" I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments All you see is niggas here, so that mean it's triggers there What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh Drive my side in Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh She got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh Oh, you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch (Excuse me) No, I believe the proper term's "excuse you" I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to That's when the new you, become a different since they knew you I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to It started in Hollywood Dreamin' of sharin' love My tongue had a loss for words 'Cause my feelings just said it all I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby I'm just rappin' to this LSD