[Verse 1: Kyle Corum]
Back to the matter at hand, I'm
Rolling up all of these grams
Don't give a fuck 'bout your plans, um
Girl, we should pop out to France
And not get the package to upgrade our phones
We just trapping alone, ain't no accident, though
I'm really tryn' disconnect with you
Blow this check with you
I hope I didn't overstep with you
These hoes, they be on my testicles
I just wanna feel real once in a while
Wanna watch Kill Bill once in a while
I ain't really tryna fuck with these niggas
Man, they give away the best thing they had for a lifestyle
I'm just tryna get the oxtails with the rice now
I just know a L in the air will suffice now
In other words, I'm just trying to do it right now
But you're still fuckin' with a player, hon
I don't really need to say a ton
I don't really need to say a ton, ayy
Fuckin' with a player, hon
I don't really need to say a ton
I don't really need to say a ton

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
I'm on this water like I'm whale watching, yeah
I'm on a wave, I'm on a wave
Got some baggage like I'm bail hoppin', yeah
Well, I'm on my wave, I'm on my wave
Tryna grow more
I'm on this water like I'm whale watching, yeah
I'm on a wave, I'm on a wave
Got some baggage like I'm bail hoppin', yeah
Well, I'm on my wave, I'm on my wave
Tryna grow more
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