[Intro]
Watching Hitchco*ks till I drift off
Woke up to this beat let that sh** knock
She won't give top till my dick's out
Clockwork every week and it's like tick tock
[Verse 1]
I just hit Atlanta I got 2for with me
In the co*kpit, I might just take em to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me we might have to f** with Mars
And they don't want to hear me sing
They told me rap those f**ing bars
Well all right
Trust I ain't forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation trying to f**ing stockpile this music
I heard the sh** that y'all been dropping
Is monotonous to me
You got a mic inside your room, well see that's not how you use it
Y'all f**ing s**
Keep your distances from me
They should've warned you don't be f**ing with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city, won't admit that they love me
Cause back when they were my age
They wasn't sh** expect ugly
[Bridge]
Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone
Standing here thinking how we gonna blow
She got the manicured fingers with the bu*t that go
With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow
And as for me, I'm just a young one
Walking, talking [?]
I'm been trying to find the next step
To make my best friends rich
And you been sitting round wondering if the blunt is rolled
[Verse 2]
Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams
Blown away by a coincidence I wonder what it means
Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read
Like the universe gon have my back in 2017
You ain't bout sh**
Feeling like I'm Reggie Miller down six
Doing ninety looking out for undercover Crown Vics
Flying out the city paying zero dollars round trip
Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick
b**h I'm from the Lou
And they know me when they see me
Ever since I was in school
I should shout out to my father
Know they peep me handle business
All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude
Shooting from the Nazareth
We shooting for that platinum hit
It's Jack from out the Highlands
Going stupid on these tracks again
I'm moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips
Rappers getting worse I think they using too much adjectives
It's cool though
I'm just a guest inside the house
Of a culture that ain't mine
And I'm just blessed to be around
These kids be talking bout what's trash
Man I swear that y'all got some nerve
How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs
I hope they bump this sh** on Bardstown
With the windows down
Riding round while the stars out
In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down
Finally snapping on these hoes and I don't need no hard count
Damn