L'Eggo MY EGO

Why can't my—

This, angle's starting to look obtuse

Did I hear someone call a truce, why we playin' these games shawty?

Is that, ego?

Could it be?

I don't know

This, picture lookin' incomplete

Whenever you and I compete in these childish games, shawty

Is it our, ego?

Do you see a God?

Do you see a lost cause?

Ridin' for my bitches and my brothers, no pause

She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent

Some red flags are not for bangin'

Sleepin' in my bed with the TV turned on

I just hit the gas, boo, half a tank gone, high

I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation

Skin smooth like butter, yeah

Make me a father, yeah

Shit smooth like butter, yeah

Touch lips like butter, yeah

And that new PlayStation, yeah

Puts hits on brothers, yeah

XP like water, yeah

HP from water, yeah

In bum fuck, sittin' sideways

Been driftin' off, it's my thing

Baby

Baby, yeah

Hours on these sine waves

Should I

Touch grass and have folks wave to me

Maybe?

Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older?

Hate small talk, but I'm close to getting closer, in this Honda

Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on?

Can't get wrapped up in your sheets, baby

While you stealin' all my tees, baby?

That shaka from the flea market

Now it's fucked up from that bleached comet, damn

Is that, ego?