[00:00.000] 作曲 : F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)/C. Hall for ELUCID
[00:00.673]Yeah
[00:05.482]She's like, "How you- how you like it?"
[00:11.002]I said, "I like it like butter"
[00:11.749]
[00:16.524]Suck my d**k and tell me I'm beautiful
[00:19.039]How I wake up in her jaws been the usual
[00:21.305]What's sacred, what's suitable
[00:23.314]What's profane, Magdalene
[00:25.069]Wash me with her hair from sole to cuticle
[00:27.581]Send him through the roof
[00:28.854]Straight up to the moon again
[00:30.634]Moody control, getting at the root
[00:33.403]Seed bearing fruit
[00:34.650]Breaking skin, I got the juice now
[00:36.926]Can't waste a minute, I birthed a few styles
[00:39.221]Who they hot-pursuing?
[00:40.489]I heard I was in Houston
[00:42.270]Won't catch 'em running like that brother from Carson
[00:45.029]Black market arms push up the margin
[00:47.286]Buffing c***ks in the armor
[00:48.790]Weighing Carbon's karma
[00:50.547]Don't tell me who you are, I'm asking who you aren't
[00:53.583]All city, tell me where you want it
[00:55.591]I'll be there in the morning
[00:57.115]Deserving of the rarest garments
[00:58.929]Riding 'round buzzed
[00:59.924]Peel toward darkness
[01:01.486]Scrape your face to this
[01:02.740]Bought three Ziplocs couldn't wait to spark it
[01:05.517]Finger lime in the spice shop, spinning
[01:07.829]Spilling cheap red on white socks
[01:09.851]Planetary rhythm
[01:11.110]Odd pocket on the houndstooth
[01:12.947]Sliding through
[01:14.215]Sometime the song find you
[01:17.242]Uh
[01:17.526]
[01:18.093]Don't ask me how I get it, trust I get it, ha
[01:21.823]Don't ask me how I get it, bet I get it (Don't ask me how I-)
[01:25.337]Ay, Don't ask me how I get it, trust I get it (Trust I- uh)
[01:29.879]Don't ask me how I get it, that I get it, ha (That I-)
[01:32.408]
[01:36.423]She said, "Come get me and I'm yours," then the line went dead
[01:39.687]Put bread on her phone, she said the same in a text
[01:42.703]Bro said, "She don't wanna be saved, get it through your ****in' head" (Get it through your ****in' head)
[01:45.964]Mulled it over, then slept all day so I could drive the next
[01:49.225]Still dark when I left
[01:50.731]Streets empty, window cracked wishin' I still smoked cigarettes
[01:53.993]Check engine light lit
[01:55.247]Brights plow the night
[01:56.546]Split-lip selfie, said he'd never do it again
[01:59.082]He done it twice
[02:00.084]She wish she never left me, wish she could make it right
[02:02.593]She cried, I cried
[02:03.881]Been waiting my whole life, I'ma hold on tight
[02:06.171]Won't make the same mistakes
[02:07.694]Broken white lines, blowin' through states
[02:09.954]Ridin' clean, so I don't give a **** 'bout Jake
[02:12.212]Eighteen months clean, barely touched the brakes
[02:14.721]When I kiss her in dreams I can taste the acetate
[02:17.231]Couldn't get hard, watched her m********e
[02:19.250]Blood trickle out one nostril
[02:20.909]Ball was a masquerade
[02:22.417]Jerked awake
[02:23.446]Rest area in the Carolinas, judging by the plates
[02:25.703]Ate Chick-fil-a
[02:26.997]Gas station sink, wash my face
[02:29.003]Text again, nothing since yesterday
[02:31.011]Funny feeling, a familiar weight
[02:33.517]Returned the key, bought a pack, grimaced at the taste
[02:36.031]Couldn't finish, wheels spinnin'
[02:37.788]Car full of ghosts, HOV lane
[02:39.550]Coast right off the interstate
[02:41.300]Straight to voicemail
[02:42.820]It's a familiar rage
[02:43.847]Far from home but it's a familiar place
[02:46.118]GPS my fate
[02:47.380]Human remains when you dredge those lakes
[02:50.157]The road narrows, lush underbrush pressing
[02:52.171]The vehicle barrels
[02:53.671]Doubt and questions rattle like wedding cans on the getaway car

作曲 : F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)/C. Hall for ELUCID
Yeah
She's like, "How you- how you like it?"
I said, "I like it like butter"
Suck my d**k and tell me I'm beautiful
How I wake up in her jaws been the usual
What's sacred, what's suitable
What's profane, Magdalene
Wash me with her hair from sole to cuticle
Send him through the roof
Straight up to the moon again
Moody control, getting at the root
Seed bearing fruit
Breaking skin, I got the juice now
Can't waste a minute, I birthed a few styles
Who they hot-pursuing?
I heard I was in Houston
Won't catch 'em running like that brother from Carson
Black market arms push up the margin
Buffing c***ks in the armor
Weighing Carbon's karma
Don't tell me who you are, I'm asking who you aren't
All city, tell me where you want it
I'll be there in the morning
Deserving of the rarest garments
Riding 'round buzzed
Peel toward darkness
Scrape your face to this
Bought three Ziplocs couldn't wait to spark it
Finger lime in the spice shop, spinning
Spilling cheap red on white socks
Planetary rhythm
Odd pocket on the houndstooth
Sliding through
Sometime the song find you
Uh
Don't ask me how I get it, trust I get it, ha
Don't ask me how I get it, bet I get it (Don't ask me how I-)
Ay, Don't ask me how I get it, trust I get it (Trust I- uh)
Don't ask me how I get it, that I get it, ha (That I-)
She said, "Come get me and I'm yours," then the line went dead
Put bread on her phone, she said the same in a text
Bro said, "She don't wanna be saved, get it through your ****in' head" (Get it through your ****in' head)
Mulled it over, then slept all day so I could drive the next
Still dark when I left
Streets empty, window cracked wishin' I still smoked cigarettes
Check engine light lit
Brights plow the night
Split-lip selfie, said he'd never do it again
He done it twice
She wish she never left me, wish she could make it right
She cried, I cried
Been waiting my whole life, I'ma hold on tight
Won't make the same mistakes
Broken white lines, blowin' through states
Ridin' clean, so I don't give a **** 'bout Jake
Eighteen months clean, barely touched the brakes
When I kiss her in dreams I can taste the acetate
Couldn't get hard, watched her m********e
Blood trickle out one nostril
Ball was a masquerade
Jerked awake
Rest area in the Carolinas, judging by the plates
Ate Chick-fil-a
Gas station sink, wash my face
Text again, nothing since yesterday
Funny feeling, a familiar weight
Returned the key, bought a pack, grimaced at the taste
Couldn't finish, wheels spinnin'
Car full of ghosts, HOV lane
Coast right off the interstate
Straight to voicemail
It's a familiar rage
Far from home but it's a familiar place
GPS my fate
Human remains when you dredge those lakes
The road narrows, lush underbrush pressing
The vehicle barrels
Doubt and questions rattle like wedding cans on the getaway car