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Man, what's the use of the numbers that's on your phone?

The beat just like the shadow, be your friend and you cry alone

I just got a new crib, caught me a billy

I bet it's only one poof, still got a picture to prove it now

Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay

I call it, "Do and taste", that's on my explore page

Algorithm programming always done in poor taste

I take the SIM card, God, I'm such a gourmet

Pool fights, swimmin' on a cool night

Lookin' at her, overfantasizin' what her room like

I don't got a single fuckin' problem sayin, "Good night"

Every single bad bitch, they eatin' like they ShoeNice

Back in '07, me and mama in the crib watchin' Top Gun

Now I got these bitches askin' if I wanna pop one

No, get the fuck away

I'd rather the one to take the fun awayThan to be the kid that's always rollin' every Saturday (Saturday)I don't judge myself enough, funds and the bakerMan, these pills are like Temple RunRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'I ain't miss my bro's and sis weddings all for nothin'Pharrell interview me I ain't even heard a search ofI was seventeen, couldn't even sip the bourbonHe said, "Relationships way different in person"Three years later, I was on a date in BerlinI just took a flight to Utah, man, that's the first timeWalkin' off the plane, steam breathin', snow darkened by the shadesI'm just stayin' warm, sippin' on my third wineFace is gettin' red now (now, now)I don't need a sun tan, press weekGet you used to hearin' certain questionsLike, "How you feel to be at Sundance?"Like, "How you feel to be just one man?"One man, reppin' where you from and I'm like, "Nah, man"Five years ago, I'd be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute setWent in, not a breath before the motherfuckin' song ends (ends, ends, ends)And now I'm 'bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islandsSurrounded by the audience and my friendsThat shit turn everything else into nonsenseTo think I'm only on my second projectI ain't here for the contest, I'm just here for the progressTell Leo and Brad that I ain't takin' their jobs yetI'm just playin', man, I ain't got me a nom' yetNot that I'ma need that shit to feel accomplishedLong as breathin' air, and my mama happy, I'm smilin' (smilin')I don't need the VVs on my neck but I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamondsWhen I'm closin' my eyes, here come the guidance