Tranquility

$2500, plus a couple utilities

Fuck it, I'll pay it just to keep the tranquility

Fuck it, I love you, I'll do anything for you

'Cept settle down with you, I don't want nobody grilling me

Y'all boys lame, shit killing me

Need to be reintroduced to humility

I ain't lookin' for no hip-hop credibility

Give a fuck who feelin' me, I'm feelin' me

I'm really him, I'm really that remedy

Himothy Chalamet, pretty girls salivate

On the low, off the grid, in the cut, out the way

My prime's in full swing like a Calaway

I need a dime every dollar New Balance makes

Ain't 'bout to let the world take my smile away

People that betrayed me don't even fuckin' know that I know

It's something that I just file away

Lost a few M's on the festival

Okay, and I can't wait to do the second one

All these little high heels sittin' in the vestibule

Woke up to her best friend sleeping on the sectional

Fans still say they miss Jack with the spectacles

Last project I was giving you conceptual

Next project I'll be giving you exceptional

Fuck everybody, got me on some pansexual

Julie Greenwald askin' if I'm on schedule

Label ready for the next record, I'll let you know

'Bout to ask Ed Sheeran what they gave him

Last time that he went to renegotiate the decimals

Every day I grow a little less accessible

Less of a people-pleaser, less flexible

More simplistic, soulful, less technical

The world's my oyster, I'm 'bout to get my dog a perpetual

I don't know why some of y'all skeptical

Maybe 'cause we got the same passion but you never went professional

I just know it's something 'bout me that's detestable

New G Wagon, that bitch is electrical

The hate got to me, but I had to act straight, like I'm tryna seem hetero

Used to kill locals, now the crime scene federal

I'm proud of what we done, but I'm tryna be better though

'Cause I don't really think I've made nothing incredible

Lot of hard verses and a couple regrettable

As far as big records go, yeah, I got a few of those

But I ain't done nothing indisputable

Maybe I'm delusional, I just left the old me's funeral

I would turn the camera on and give you more of me, like I used to do

But something about it don't seem suitable

Something about selling myself feels so juvenile

400 degrees out, my knees out

Walking 'round Louisville

Life's beautiful when every impulse you have is quite doable

I'ma keep telling the truth as per usual