[Intro]
Your man's is crushing, fans are rushing, cheeks are blushing, I'm not fussing
Tears are streaming, ears are steaming, girls are screaming, I'm not dreaming
I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming
Thought I was so I pinched it; realized I'm not dreaming
[Verse 1]
I'm too high for her, she plays with gnomes, like a lawn toy
Tell me when you're ready for this six foot plus Lebron boy
Too busy, couldn't go, so I had to send an envoy
Because I was riding in a convoy with [privacy]
I hate a contoured chest, nobody needs their rack toned
Tell my boys I'm going in, gonna find her backbone
Got these ten digits, beep me on my black phone
This is late night music, can I get a track moan
Ambrosio my motivation for this braggadocio
Fancy with the salad she mixes in that finocchio
I'm a dreamer so I'm thinking Adriana Lima
Perusing with my crew at Petland looking for a lemur
But I don't want to come up here and cuddle with a model
I hate that life, I'd rather drown down in a puddle
Not about that because the man's made other plans
One is making bands, but the other leaving me befuddled
No breath, not even panting
I'm angry so I stay ranting
Galavanting with a bad thing
Bright neck and wrists mad bling
Got poems, best lyrics this century
I'm not mentally elementary
I thought that it was meant to be
But I'm walking on like a centipede
She sensed danger looming, no trust like Metro Boomin
I'm a fuming human because I'm not gon be your cumin
Rather be a leper than third wheel to salt and pepper
I was trying to rep her, but I've climbed ahead: stair stepper
[Hook]
No trust, had to kick the plan to the dust
Not a loss: only lust, not a wind: just a gust
No trust, no trust
No trust
[Verse 2]
Snake's back in the gra**
Trying to come up: find an [inaudible]
Grad's in months, no time to pa**
Refill the tank, premium gas
Back in the game, time to put to you all to shame
Gotta go and get this fame, haters gon complain
But I'm still gon make it rain, make you feel that pain
Time to board that coal train, conductor bank's brain
Real fan since October, had me bumping on the aux
Taylor Robinson, know that I'm gonna share these stocks
Polish all my rocks, even got the red sole socks
Vulpine chest blinged out, gorilla and a silver fox
[Hook]
No trust, had to kick the plan to the dust
Not a loss: only lust, not a wind: just a gust
No trust, no trust
No trust