[Verse 1: Jean Dawson]
I don't smoke menthol (More-more-m-m-menthol)
Got confetti in my lungs (Confetti in my lung)
Got a broken jaw (Broken-ken-jaw-jaw-jaw)
'Cause they won't shoot the one on one (Shoo-oo-oot the one, one)
And I'm a ball hog, I ball hard
I'm all net, I'm all boards
I'm no boy,I'm all gold, no glitter on me
I'm all soul, black Bowie with a lil' Kobe
[Chorus: Jean Dawson]
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
[Post-Chorus: Jean Dawson]
It's hard to sleep when I don't dream
My eyes are red, staring at the street lights
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Pa-pa-pa-papa say, "Stay on my tools"
Back on my Ps and my Qs
I say, "Fuck all your Q and As"
Stood on my own twos, they ain't on my level, my E or my Q
I put the G in the Q
Bitch, I'm a G and I'm cute
Parley with Jean in the coupe
She can't name the name of my jeans and it's cool
I could just tell that they ain't in my school, my league, my level (Woo)
They ain't Ivy league so they more Irish Spring, clean (Woo)
I'ma come clean 'til I leather my leather (Woo)
Paint on my nail, but don't rattle my feather (Boy)
Don't go and get killed by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah, I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real, yeah
Boy don't get tilt, yeah
Do-do-do-don't get your cap peeled
Fuck you mean, how did it feel?
Yeah, now how does it feel for real?
I don't smoke menthol (More-more-m-m-menthol)
Got confetti in my lungs (Confetti in my lung)
Got a broken jaw (Broken-ken-jaw-jaw-jaw)
'Cause they won't shoot the one on one (Shoo-oo-oot the one, one)
And I'm a ball hog, I ball hard
I'm all net, I'm all boards
I'm no boy,I'm all gold, no glitter on me
I'm all soul, black Bowie with a lil' Kobe
[Chorus: Jean Dawson]
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
[Post-Chorus: Jean Dawson]
It's hard to sleep when I don't dream
My eyes are red, staring at the street lights
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Pa-pa-pa-papa say, "Stay on my tools"
Back on my Ps and my Qs
I say, "Fuck all your Q and As"
Stood on my own twos, they ain't on my level, my E or my Q
I put the G in the Q
Bitch, I'm a G and I'm cute
Parley with Jean in the coupe
She can't name the name of my jeans and it's cool
I could just tell that they ain't in my school, my league, my level (Woo)
They ain't Ivy league so they more Irish Spring, clean (Woo)
I'ma come clean 'til I leather my leather (Woo)
Paint on my nail, but don't rattle my feather (Boy)
Don't go and get killed by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah, I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real, yeah
Boy don't get tilt, yeah
Do-do-do-don't get your cap peeled
Fuck you mean, how did it feel?
Yeah, now how does it feel for real?
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