Let my body decide if I was out of tune
Couldn't believe what I was kickin down That shoe
Serving real like I'm a scholar to taste
And I was keeping all my f*ckin tears til I Was a trace and i
You wouldn't believe that I was
I wasn't unread and i
I was in a mindafor getting on inventor
So I dizz the street for better use of recepie
Let myself go con a wild fellow to dem Angels
And I don't really mind thinking ey
You can all go f*ck your selfie