He wanna pop a wheelie Ride him like a Kawasaki They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi I'm sipping saki

They're a part of the list Things like your, funny little laugh I come up with Something new, every single time That I sit an reminisce Things that I miss, Or the way you smile or the way we kiss What I noticed is this And you'll live in my

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to

I don't know if it felt like I wanted you here, the way that I wanted you last time We're not on the same page, you don't even know me Cause you never took the time Someday, when I'm older And they never know my name Somehow, if I'm honest I can never

Well, they say your kiss is like forbidden fruit, One taste of your sweet strawberry lips, And I'll be hooked on you, they Say one day just like a dog, You'll own me I say lay it on me I'm six foot four and tough as a man can be, I ain't scared of much,

I have tried so hard not to be like them I have found they don't ever say what they mean There is a truth, there is a light if you'd follow me there I'm convinced the world doesn't know what it needs While you're deciding what to do I've been trying to

You can't take my soul away from me Everywhere you look, it's like they know Their fingerprints are hidden by control This is where the line is drawn, see I'm ethereal, my children are legion, serial They stick to my skin like beloved cysts I tear away

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

All my heroes have now become ghosts Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most All my heroes are dead and gone But they're inside of me They still live on Ain't nothing for me to end up like this There's no comparing me this time Stare in wonder