I ain't been gettin' high...
Not even a little, baby I don't wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply
Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly, I...
Notice, you think that you know this
All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it
They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh yeah
Otay, pray them haters go away
Always hella clowns around here, look like Cirque Du Soleil