Man, f**k

What's wrong Kyle?

Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad

Man, f**k them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life

Man, you're right

Mmm, you see? You see these fine bitches over here?

Yeah, woah...

You see these trees man? You see this water?

I guess it is okay

Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man

Man you know what, y-you're right...

You damn right I'm right, I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong

Man, thanks, Lil' Boat

Hey man, that's what I'm here for



I ain't been gettin' high...

Well maybe a little, baby I don't wanna lie

I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply

Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly

I notice, you think that you know shit

All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it

They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus

That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit

Otay, pray them niggas go away

Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil

This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways

This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a mothaf**kin' snow day

Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it

I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in

I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters

I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain't never post it

And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06

I ain't cried since '01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun

You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute but it's fine though

We gon' end on a high note



I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh, I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind