All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

I only take up a little of the collapsing space I better cut this off Don’t wanna fuck it up Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back Walk it back, walk it back I’m always checking out Forget it, nothing I change changes anything I won't let in I won't

What a peculiar state, we're in Let's play a game But we'll find other pieces to the puzzles Slippin' out under the locks I could show you how many moves to checkmate right now We could take apart this life we're building And pack it up inside a box All

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

We The Best Music Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me Unless the said party is a rare breed The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me At this point now, rap is only therapy President Push, I'm more Eric B I ain't no joke, check out my melody

One step up and two steps back Woke up this morning my house was cold Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hoped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't turnin' We've given each other some hard lessons lately But we ain't learnin'