Photo ID

Aha, ha

Oh shit, no, oh, fuck

Ah, man

Tell the label, tell the label

New week, no sleep, no key

I lost 'em in the street

And, no, I can't see without you

Billy and Badu, I'll follow you into any room

'Cause I can't hear without you

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be

Bitch, you fell asleep too fast

I want my money back

But I can't be without you

Stuck behind your beat, I kick my feet up

You're so mean, but I can't dream without you

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Alright, pictures of my

Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be

Yeah-yeah, okay, okay, okay

Alright pictures of my friends on my Instagram

And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans

And visuals in these frames look better than the ones that she posted on Facebook

I'm ready when you want to point that, shoot that, pop that, Polaroid that

Screw that, chop that, lean that, shit that only happen in my wildest dreams

The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens

And I be tryin' to stream consciousness

Baby, you be tryin' to stream songs like this

I told you I just want to remember it

I told you I be tryin' to create memories

But everybody 'round me want a check

Only thing that keep me outta that bag full of that white

Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk

Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in my bed

Is the photos on the wall, back when we had it all

So I've been trying to keep track of it

Catch and it vanish like a magic trick

Especially when we was on xans and shit

Truthfully, I don't even understand that shit, another stanza

My bitch an actor, my homie managing

Making sure that they payin' us

I'm just a natural when it come to making the plans up

And I'm only twenty-five, G

Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be

Ooh, baby, turn off the light

You're gonna make my body fry

Ooh, baby, don't you cry

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Ooh, baby, turn off the light

You're gonna make my body fry

Ooh, baby, don't you cry

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be