Man, what´s the use of the numbers that´s on your phone? When the beat just like the shadow be your friend and you cry alone
I just got a new crib, caught me a billy I bet it´s only one poof, still got a picture to prove it now Kissin´ after dinner, she call it the foreplay I call it, "Do and taste", that´s on my explore page Algorithm programming always done in poor taste I take the SIM card, God, I´m such a gourmet Pool fights, swimmin´ on a cool night Lookin´ at her, overfantasizin´ what her room like I don´t got a single fuckin´ problem sayin, "Good night" Every single bad bitch, they eatin´ like they ShoeNice Back in ´07, me and mama in the crib watchin´ Top Gun Now I got these bitches askin´ if I wanna pop one
No, get the fuck away I´d rather the one to take the fun away Than to be the kid that´s always rollin´ every Saturday (Saturday) I don´t judge myself enough, funds and the baker Man, these pills are like Temple Run Runnin´, runnin´, runnin´, runnin´, runnin´ I ain´t miss my bro´s and sis weddings all for nothin´ Pharrell interview me I ain´t even heard a search of I was seventeen, couldn´t even sip the bourbon He said, "Relationships way different in person" Three years later, I was on a date in Berlin I just took a flight to Utah, man, that´s the first time Walkin´ off the plane, steam breathin´ snow darkened by the shades
I´m just stayin´ warm, sippin´ on my third wine Face is gettin´ red now (Now, now) I don´t need a sun tan, press week Get you used to hearin´ certain questions Like, "How you feel to be at Sundance?" Like, "How you feel to be just one man?" One man, reppin´ where you from and I´m like, "Nah, man" Five years ago, I´d be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute set Went in, not a breath before the motherfuckin´ song ends (Ends, ends, ends) And I´m ´bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islands Surrounded by the audience and my friends That shit turn everything else into nonsense To think I´m only on my second project I ain´t here for the contest, I´m just here for the progress
Tell Leo and Brad, that I ain´t takin´ their jobs yet I´m just playin´, man, I ain´t got me a nom´ yet Not that Imma need that shit to feel accomplished Long as breathin´ air, and my mama happy, I´m smilin´ (Smilin´) I don´t need the VV´s on my neck but I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamonds When I´m closin´ my eyes, here come the guidance