Yeah I went ghost on my problems

All 'cause my focus is hauntin

I meditate, not the siblings

I'm seein God where I'm sitting

Heaven on earth is just fitting

Highway to hell wasn't giving

Talking to spirit, it's spitting

That bitch a fan got her spinning

I can't dodge her I might go another inning

Bases loaded, got a happy ending

She got her ass out on the internet

Caught her ass out we get intimate, yeah

It was fishnets caught up in her net

Cause we finna mesh, imma intersect

When we conversate you don't interject, huh

Yeah I'm way above your head, huh

Yeah I'm up late night

Real talk this is sauce you can't find

Type shit you can't fake, no cap

No shade let it rain on tap

I can't be what you wanted me to be

So I fall out of line

It goes on

Emotes when I hang on the rim aye, uh

Yeah I got an attitude huh

C-notes in the bank, yeah I net, huh

Wallet got an attitude huh

Mad racks y'all getting mad, max

Pockets fat I'm finna add mass

She the apple to my eye yeah I mack, huh

Jobs calling like Steve dude

Shorty's shirt like my op, yeah I see through

You got clips? Well hey Mr.me too

Ya new shit do stink, damn, P.U

I gotta pinch my nose, I'ma throw up

Lotta X rated hoes trynna pour up

Skip lines at the club yeah they know us

Don't step on what's mine finna blow up

How you hatin in the club now they know us

New love from the city yeah go us

I told Babe I'm ruthless bat for me

Need a beat pack comin back to me

Be advised, it is what it had to be

I can't be what you wanted me to be

So I fall out of line

It goes on

Sunny day, sunny day

Where the rain?

Where the rain?

Sunny day, sunny day

Where the rain?

Where the rain?

Baby can you show me? I really wanna know

Can you keep me company? Until this episode

I really wanna be here, I really want you with me

Can you keep me company? Until this episode

Please keep me company until this episode

Please keep me company until this episode

Please keep me company until this episode

Please keep me company until this epis

Oh that boy really

Back on the tarmac

Yeah I'm fly as shit and I'm sarcastic

Paint on a bitch like a target

Pat on her back yeah I'm more tactic

Terminal three my arrival

Terminator she say I'm her idol

She Miss American she love her bible

Yeah we fuck we just ain't got a title

No more fuckin lame hoes it's gettin risky

Feelin like a headstone **** six deep

I got bands on my mind bitch I'm a hippy

Miss me with the beef these **** minced meat

Baby put that ass all up against me

Smoking too much za now I'm a Wemby

I'm comin for the neck bitch I'm a hickie