[Intro: Ari Lennox with Buddy & Masego]
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh
[Bridge: Buddy, Ari Lennox & Buddy & JID]
My baby, my baby
Why you treat me so cold?
You put me out on the side of the road
I had my own thing going way before you came along
And now it's three forty-five in the morn' (Uh)
And I've been up callin' your phone
[Verse 1: JID]
Spill drinks on my clothes
She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DMs, tryna be low
I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure
They out sold, I don't sell my soul
My soul sail, no parasails
My paragraphs jail, well life real
Life know real, I persevere from out the lion grip
To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench
I'm sidin' with God (God), ridin' with y'all got me in problems
Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified
It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy
One hand Glock, John Hancock, want a signature?
Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature
Centaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh
[Bridge: Buddy, Ari Lennox & Buddy & JID]
My baby, my baby
Why you treat me so cold?
You put me out on the side of the road
I had my own thing going way before you came along
And now it's three forty-five in the morn' (Uh)
And I've been up callin' your phone
[Verse 1: JID]
Spill drinks on my clothes
She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DMs, tryna be low
I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure
They out sold, I don't sell my soul
My soul sail, no parasails
My paragraphs jail, well life real
Life know real, I persevere from out the lion grip
To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench
I'm sidin' with God (God), ridin' with y'all got me in problems
Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified
It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy
One hand Glock, John Hancock, want a signature?
Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature
Centaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature
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