歌手:YBN Cordae
专辑:《The Lost Boy》

Uh, yeah, Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
I was broke as ****. down up on my ass. had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store. I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada. I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you *****s so dramatic
**** these other *****s,
I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh)
Let me take you *****s back to a much simpler time
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
Back when I told *****s I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him
Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems"
We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn
And I said **********, need a bad ***** with a tummy tuck
How I make a million from a dollar. It was dummy luck
Need a new Lam', no sedan, **** a Hummer truck
I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, **** a runner-up
I was broke as ****, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you *****s so dramatic
**** these other *****s, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayyy
Uh-huh
(Hey)
Yeah
Woo
Uh, yeah, uh
Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, **** an airplane
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
Presidential Rollie, **** a campaign
Impeach, *****, ten deep, *****
Remember days we was wearin' J's
And a gold chain, only had three figures
So fortunate, proportionate
Lost Boy, *****, no coordinates
Remember Christmas. We was giftless
Three foot tree, no ornaments
Pull my **** out, hoes swarmin' it
Flow cold, *****, no warmin' it
Mama couldn't afford AAU
So we couldn't hoop, *****, no tournaments
I remember days sippin' lemonade
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
I don't really have a lot of answers
I'm just searching for the same ****
Same *****s that I came with
Premonitions over reminiscing
Lam' truck how I lane switch (Ah!)