Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? You say you're okay but I saw that you liked it 2 A.M. and faded I know that's when you

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like

Keep the weed next to the bed And light the wall, check for lead Dim the lights a little lower Hide your back or shrug your shoulders Give the gift, then fix your hair You have to get this turtleneck Oh no, this is so embarrassing Oh, the pissing fits

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar You say you're okay but I saw that you liked

Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up, Slowing down and cars that go real fast, We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing, And thinking as that checkered flag was waving, Sure would like to stay in Talladega (Talladega) It was the summer

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip

You know I'm a high roller Before I was on, fucked on the twins Wake up every day, know that I am blessed Counting up my cake, getting all them checks Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just trying to flex Why you want to hate, you do it the best I'm a high roller

Can we talk in the morning? Oh, baby it's late I'm a dog lying down on a warm bit of pavement Checking this collar you see what the name is Think that it's worth it? Well, I hope that you're right You're falling asleep on the red eye tonight And you know

We’ll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first I'll mean something to you These bitches want Nikes They looking for a check Tell em it ain't likely Said she need a ring like Carmelo Must be on that white like Othello All you want is Nikes