Can’t Complain Yeat

[Intro]
(Ok, manish)
(Yo Luca, where you at?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Wait, huh, yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can't explain how I'm feeling, can't tell if it's good or bad (Woo)
Can't explain what she sayin', but it involves me being a dad (Ooh)
I can't complain, my pockets been what I had (Oh, ahh)
Ask 'em, "Where you from, where you been, nah, where you at?" (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, ah)
Ask myself the same question, just make sure that I ain't dead (Uh)
Hallucinating, got real visions, yeah, me in a jet (Phew)
I ain't get to where I'm at, by beating around the bush (Bush)
I get to whеre I'm at by slowing down, it's time to rush (Skrr)
Every timе I fall in love, I act sober, that way she trust (Yeah)
Every time I tell her extra good, she blush and suck me up (Yeah)
I can't be more in my bag, yeah, I'm in my trunk (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, talk to my racks they gon' double up (Double up)
Issey it sit on my shoe, and I'm rockin' that Number (N)ine School on my shirt (Yeah)
Yeah, definitely gon' rock that Margiela for sure
Yeah, she told me she on me, she wanna do X for dinner, and dick for dessert (Yeah)
Yeah, I go alien like I ain't from this Earth (Yeah)
Every time that I do it, I gotta make hundred percent, yeah, I gotta make sure (Yeah)
I don't rock Rick, I wear Prada (No)
I rock black and white on the Balenciaga (Balenci')
Yeah, Off-White the shirt (Shirt), yeah, Bape on the shoes (Mason)
Yeah, I ran this shit up (Yeah), a whole lot bigger than you (Yeah)