| [Verse 1] | |
| Clouds like steam and violence | |
| With cold air, we're reminded | |
| We're flying from the distant | |
| Abyss, listen | |
| You're a wonder of a dreamer | |
| Awake the heavy sleeper | |
| In the essence of blue and grey | |
| Been longing for you to say | |
| Back to reality | |
| Let's research your anatomy | |
| Engage me grammatically | |
| And the reason I'm proud to be | |
| In your phone, you text back to me | |
| Flames to the sun | |
| In a snow globe of creators | |
| Where I found you're the one | |
| Nah, no, scratch that | |
| But you're the only one I call back | |
| Laser tag, get zapped | |
| But you're the only one I let grab | |
| My flag, football | |
| Time's up | |
| Can't lose | |
| You stay winning so true | |
| In fact, I've said it for you | |
| The scent of petals and mud | |
| Will reach our airspace | |
| Silence to be cut by what your eyes say | |
| To which I play | |
| A note from | |
| The hot achy summer nights | |
| You scratched my mosquito bites | |
| I wish we could go back in time | |
| [Hook] | |
| Give you all my thoughts | |
| But you wanted more | |
| A drug to ride the highway | |
| What for | |
| Shout out your connect for me, for me | |
| I'll say | |
| Everything you want and more | |
| A drug to ride the highway | |
| What for | |
| Shout out your connect for me, for me | |
| [Verse 2: Vince Staples] | |
| Aight, okay | |
| These hoes know my preference | |
| Order ostrich for the breakfast | |
| Posh is posturepedics | |
| But I'm with that extras like electives | |
| I need my statue erected | |
| I prolly have perfected my craft | |
| Faster than anyone has | |
| There's leather seats in the Jag | |
| 2003 on the tags | |
| They pull me over, I laugh | |
| Then pay the tickets in cash | |
| They buy the tickets in advance | |
| Cause I'm important, need the mansion in the forest | |
| With the doorman and the butler wearing G unit, quick verse | |
| I breeze through it, airing that gazebo ho | |
| She like how we do it then I wanna meet that ho | |
| If she gold digging, I'm digging that | |
| She breathing where my dick is at | |
| Feenin' off them triple stacks | |
| Hit it her up | |
| Yeah | |
| [Hook] |