Out my face, singing for the blues, I’m singing for the blues, yeah

From the twisting of the tongue to everything being said

We are all done from the feathers in my head

And to my indigenous dreads, yeah, you heard what I said

1 in 0 undefeated as long as you never took a loss, four five ima go hard till I die or my soul and my pride

Erasing all the lies, when I sleep, I hear my ancestors cry

When leaps and streams, tossing and turning, we’re out of position

1 in 0, watch out for that hoe, her reality is different

Four-five, you better keep it by your side

Going down the 405, saw a cute shawty riding on a horse

I pulled up next to her in my sports coupe

We’re in Miami, she traveled to me, and she’s excited to see me

Bought tickets to go on the same cruise as me

Ima meet her in her room and go to work

Spending all this time with you, she likes meat, and I gave her some

Now she’s pescatarian ima have her eat on my shrimp

In case your oops decides to slide, I keep my brothers by my side

Ears and eyes are wide, the cemetery open at night, singing the blues

Waiting for a perfect moment, this is my spell book

This is my whistle, I write it down, I have a unique pencil

Unique pencil, feeling the lyrics in my bones

Feeling the spirits intertwine with my soul

1 in 0, when possession starts, it’s time to go, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no

To capture a moment, you have to take a photo

Moment to moment, looking down at the waterfall

They’re falling into the water, rise up, there’s no drowning

The water burns my eye, I’m not frowning; this is a serious face

They came here, and they took our place, they took our space, they moved us out the way

Now, we are wondering how we are supposed to stay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel the lyrics in my bones, I feel the spirits in my soul, aye

On that ship, doing short videos, doing excursions, having dinner on our plates

I was going with the fam, but I spent it having sex

Spending my time with you, ohh, spending my time with you, unique pencil, unique pencil, ohh

And Ima go hard until I die, with my brothers by my side (sucka)

Ears and eyes are wide, cemetery open at night, we’re singing the blues

Waiting for a perfect moment, this is my spell book