From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

Comfortable here I feel comfortable here Yo, I'm comfortable doing work in the studio I'm comfortable giving fans an unruly show Even if I gotta take a voyage like Coolio To rocket I'm with it but outside that shit is bootyhole No interviews with Tech

'Cause ain't nobody takin' my baby I don't care about an argument I'll still be here tomorrow I gotta room up in the city, we can play finish the bottle I'll pour you up, we'll work on us I wanna be clear, I'm stayin' right here Your heart weighs a ton

Girl you've gotta slow it down I'm not tryna fall for you I can't give it all to you Oh the more that I tell her I'm not staying over Oh the more that I try to convince her this won't work The faster she takes off her clothes Even though I want to You've

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Everything's gonna be alright And nobody's gotta worry 'bout nothing Alright, alright Don't go hitting that panic button It ain't near as bad as you think There ain't no doubt it's gonna work out Alright (is gonna be alright), alright (is gonna be

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout