umbrellar - Dua Saleh

Broken my umbrellar in the storm (Oh)

Baby said she likes to keep me warm (Oh, oh)

Diamonds was embedded on her horn (Beep-beep)

Driving through the tunnels in the morn (Wake up)

Her father owns a factory making corn (Chomp-chomp)

Told me that she wasn't natural born (What?)

Stolen off a planet, I was torn (Hmm)

Chamomile's a luxury adorned (Ahh)

Last pint from that last night

I don't know if that was real

And I swear I'm superstitious

'Bout her sex appeal

Last blunt from that last night

I don't know if that was real

When she brought her wand out

I knew I had lost our deal

I really gutted out her womb

A fickle fight, an icky croon

Her breath condensed into a flume

And pulls her eyes into a tomb

Fuck her whip, she rode a broom

Casts a spell onto the moon

All this worth that she exhume

All this worth that she exhume

Last pint from that last night

I don't know if that was real

And she knows I'm superstitious

'Bout her sex appeal

Last pint from that last night

I don't know if that was real

And I swear I'm superstitious

'Bout her sex appeal

Last blunt from that last night

I don't know if that was real

When she brought her wand out

I knew I had lost our deal