Uh, butterflies flutter on the tip of my tongue

**** got twists, now he dreading the one

Now I gotta go and hit the 7-10

All 'cause the homies fell in love with the pins and funds

Spare me all the emotional junk

Garbage in the bowl, kinda gutted me up

Lane swerve, knock all the junk out the trunk

A bunch of the bunch turned to handfuls of the runts

Small fishes (swim, swim)

If you can't float, it's fin

All of my dawgs get in

All of my rats pay rent

That's why all the cheese blue tint

That's stinky stank face

Only got one wish like Ray J

Herbs or whatever shorty put in my face

That's puffin on lavender

But these roots ain't having that

Dread head, splitting ends, couple said he done with them

Headscratcher, lost a pack of bands just tryna be in here

Five-star service, kinda nervous what you seen in them

Wig splitting, better living, baby what you should've been

Dread head, splitting ends, couple said he done with them

Headscratcher, lost a pack of bands just tryna be in here

Five-star service, kinda nervous what you seen in them

Wig splitting, better living, baby what you should've been

I pray and I pray for someone to be found, oh, woah, oh

And the ocean tells me that it's bad faith to fall to my knees for somebody like you, oh

Somebody like you, oh

And I find myself falling again

Find myself falling again

Imagine we ain't break it off

Imagine we ain't shake it up

Imagine that we take a sec to pray that our part even

Conditioned to leavin'

It's dry, prolly blame it on the season

I mean, word to my split ends

Word to my dreadlocks, waking up early

Some days I wish that my hair wasn't curly

Some days I wish that the follicles fall off spiralin', twirlin'

Ballet, tap dance, bonnets ain't girly

You ever seen a **** in a scrunchie?

You ever seen a **** start punchin'?

He outweighed, outclassed, bell rang

So now we getting rowdy at the function

Smell tree getting louder in the function

See she in the corner of the function

Said "Please can I get an introduction?"

I mean, I been using tea tree for the roots

'Member used to cut with double deuce

'Member when the hairline slanted, crooked

Lucky for me, no one wasn't looking

Mama started fading it

Man, thought I hated it

Then she started crying like–

(Sorry 'bout it, mama)

Now I'm independent, and I never cut it

'Cause I couldn't cut it

Now I'm feeling like I'm Sampson (like why, why don't you just cut it)

And now my locs, they blind me from the truth

They cover my eyes, they cover my eyes for you

And now it feels a cut is overdue

The longer it grows, the longer my love for you

I ain't the man that I fear no more

I don't let my past disappear no more

All I do is pass all my peers on the road and they know

They don't even cry tears no more

And you ain't even gotta lend your ear no more

'Cause no, I won't cut it, no you won't love it

Two strands from the same cloth

From the same home

Man this where my split ends

I love my split ends

I love my split ends, ends, ends