| Bringing something out of me |
| That I always had to hide |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| Ample dead (ample dead) and afterthoughts (afterthoughts) |
| Put some pressure on my body |
| Exchanges all warm and sloppy |
| I’m not complaining |
| I just be thinking too broad |
| Stab a hole in my ego |
| I keep on ripping my gauze |
| I be impatient |
| My Momma raised me better |
| We had a date at the spa |
| We spoke of Cain and moksha |
| I said that’s two different books |
| She said it’s all the same laws |
| I don’t know where you get it from |
| While your fam playing scrabble |
| You was in a whip packing blunts with a number 2 pencil |
| Wood handle, white panel, everything you asked for |
| Last time I checked, you didn’t have a platform |
| Last time we sext, I didn’t even ask for the ass |
| I ain’t mad at you |
| Flash for the squad |
| Ain’t no point in acting like my niggas ain’t over my shoulder playing my |
| dividends like a console |
| P. S. pussy I got DLC |
| Breathe easy for once |
| CD skipping but we still gon' bump |
| (Bring it out) |
| Bringing something out of me |
| That I always had to hide |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| Bringing something out of me |
| That I always had to hide |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| I don’t wanna miss a ride |
| Ample dead and afterthoughts |
| We’re just kids running in a canyon of thieves |
| Back in the forest a siege won’t let the jaguars leave |
| Or the Toyota’s cause these niggas couldn’t handle the keys |
| Initial D in the drivers seat me and these trees |
| Yeah it’s just me and these trees |
| Pit stop just to watch cherry blossoms |
| All around me such a pretty bitch everything pink but the bleach in my hair |
| that my father’s never seen |
| Don’t wanna see me if I let my walls down as if they were architectural |
| geniuses in a meeting of the beings who created St. Peter’s Basilica |
| Under the portico lungs hotter than Nineveh |
| Little bonsai reaching for the light |
| Used to meet by the swings, try to fly |
| Always hated wood chips in my laces |
| I only meet you in my dreams these nights |
| (I don’t wanna hide?) |
| (Never never?) |