(Yeah)
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
(Yeah, uh, yeah)
(Tears of joy, yeah)
You leave me high and dry
I can feel the vibe, when you side your eye
Little details matter, when you recite your mind
I ain't being sinful
Do this for my kinfolk
Where the f*ck my friends, though
Wishing it was simple
Got my chips, all in
I won't bomb, like missile
Who the f*ck calling
Head foggy, feel like I'm a walking zombie
I might be a nightcrawler, finna skrt that Paul Walker
Uh, I go hard in the motherf*cking paint
Just like Waka Flocka Flame
And this bitch giving me brain
She in my ear, I'm going insane
Seeing shit clear, f*ck the fame
I can't steer this cybertruck in the rain
You got fears, keep trucking gang
No joyless tears from me, no way
Yeah, yeah, I was just tryna break the gates
Yeah, I was just tryna move with effortless grace
Damn, I left my Braves fitted at Jay's
I was still tryna fit in without being fake
Yeah, you leave me high and dry
Yeah, you leave me high and dry
Yeah, you leave me high and dry
High and dry, high and dry, oh
You leave me high and dry
I can feel the vibe, when you side your eye
Little details matter, when you recite your mind
I ain't being sinful
Do this for my kinfolk
Where the f*ck my friends, though
Pop my shit, like pimple
I needa chop, skrt down the block
My shit so sharp, like crystal
Won't disregard that shit you talk
Jack be nimble, jack be quick
Jack be that boy, with that blick
In grade school never gave a shit
He thankful he went off the grid
I got hella accomplishments
Experiment with X, sid the science kid
Finna go to raq, screaming f*ck the risk
Push up, finna rush like blitz
Push up, finna rush like ugh
You leave me high and dry
I can feel the vibe, when you side your eye
Little details matter, when you recite your mind
I ain't being sinful
Do this for my kinfolk
Where the f*ck my friends, though
Wishing it was simple
Got my chips, all in
I won't bomb, like missile
Who the f*ck calling
Head foggy, feel like I'm a walking zombie
I might be a nightcrawler, finna skrt that Paul Walker