I was born to beg for you I'd cry, crawl I'd do it all Teakettle love, I'd do anything Crushed on the train We'd stand by the window Sweat through the hard parts of June We hugged it out and ducked it on purpose Nothing else I needed to do

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

It's real people Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a

Sweat rollin down my hands and face, Big fan on the screen porch turnin', Cat looking for a hiding place, Sun's sinking but the fire's still burnin', Music playin' a few doors down I'm drawn to the sound, It's just too hot to sleep I walk restless to the

Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl I know you want me to sweat you I might undress you and run you a bath, girl 'Cause you've been a bad girl Girl, I still fuck with you even though you've been a bad girl You've been a bad girl I wanna teach

Last time that I checked It was five chains on my neck It was no smut on my rep, last time that I checked I was sellin' zones in the set Make a quarter mill no sweat, last time that I checked I'm the street's voice out west Legendary self-made progress,

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me