[ Featuring billy woods ]
Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow but I got time today
Aftermarket speakers in a Saturn
Beater but they can't catch him
Binoculars to they peepers, wiretap sound like Buju Banton
Firetrap if the only exit where I'm standing
Cold Lampin'
Bed Stuy, got one eye on them guys
The other on a crumbling mansion
If it's gon' get gentrified, I'm not tryna leave empty-handed
Blue-eyed white walkers in King's Landing
The way I'm running, should be kissing babies and glad-handing
I'm running route trees and patterns
I'm walking in the streets 'cause the rats is madness
Veneers on the teeth like, "Nigga, we made it"
Wreathed in gas, I'm a carburetor
Every time things going good or having a laugh
Have to remember God's a hater
Crocodile Tears for ten years plus, don't do me no favors
Dinner party with the neighbors
Their apartments renovated
Skate wings, brown butter and capers
Sprigs of thyme
Heavy pours of natural wine
I turn the music up incrementally and told mischievous lies
I whispered in the host's ear all night
I hear they found him in the morning
Hose run from the exhaust pipe
