[Intro]

High key kirk

Yeah!

[Verse 1]

Uh!

Back to the past time

How it feels I

Can’t get it right

I ‘on’t know if I am dreaming

I got a beamer torch

But that’s not what’s missing

So I put my fucking mind on the pushing

Niggers trying to put me on the fucking eleven

I clock out when it’s time

That’s seven

I’ll be in the place

I’ll be like . . .

Tom! tom!

It’s what I'm fucking thinking about

My empty sores are no longer even sharp

Rack a cut

In a body of like who better?

Oh oh

I’m fucking trading out here

Tryna duck a girl . . . disturb my life

On a fucking wire

But I'm not walking sober

Too much in my fucking cup to give a fuck about:

What is love?

I like the vibе, but I like . . .