Yeah, I don't even wanna talk too much
Shit, man
Why?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, scared of success once my prefrontal cortex developed (shit)
Perfectly good opportunities feel like a setup (man)
That shit be hobblin' me, how can I get a leg-up (uh) out in Tribeca
Book me the penthouse 'cause all of this pressure is pent-up
I can't get sucked up in your emotional vortex (yeah, wow)
On the front lines of my fears, I'm a war vet
Weathering the storms, I don't even wear Gore-Tex
I ain't understand the game, ESPN Deportes (wait)
Now, I understand it a lil' (yeah)
You be tryna rock the boat while I'm landin' at Schipol
Typical, I just need to juggle it better
We got the same 24, I'm just hustlin' better
I'm tryna pop out (yeah), the first step is makin' sure you pussies get stomped out
Sometimes you call the right play, but you run the wrong route
I learned from it though, that's what it's all 'bout
Youthful tomfoolery, now the suits Tom Browne (come on)
I jot down how I'm feelin', then I give it to y'all
I made hits while I was hittin' the wall
I kept pushin', couldn't find my way, I kept lookin'
That's what makes the money sweet, so sweet, bread puddin'
Yeah, scared of success once my prefrontal cortex developed (shit)
Perfectly good opportunities feel like a setup (man)
That shit be hobblin' me, how can I get a leg-up (uh) out in Tribeca
Book me the penthouse 'cause all of this pressure is pent-up
I can't obsess over the pressure, I press forward (yeah)
From the ashes, my jacket smells like a cigarette smoker
I'm dead sober, that's when I feel alive the most (come on)
Lyrics tatted on people like they were Bible quotes
Windin' roads got me woozy (yeah), I need some coochie (yeah)
I sell self-help books, the Maybach is roomy
I lose sleep from illuminatin' and fearmongerin'
'Bout all the cheers stoppin', now, my tears are just waterin'
The roots of new love, pursuit of re-entry (come on)
I need some time with myself, I just met me (yeah)
I was just hoppin' right here off in Hembry (yeah)
Ballin' in London, the show is at Wembley (come on)
I'm doin' me and I don't care who gets me
I don't need some baddies to tell me I'm sexy (yeah)
I don't need heroes to call and befriend me (fuck)
I'm on some "fuck everybody" except me
Yeah, scared of success once my prefrontal cortex developed (shit)
Perfectly good opportunities feel like a setup (man)
That shit be hobblin' me, how can I get a leg-up (uh) out in Tribeca
Book me the penthouse 'cause all of this pressure is pent-up
I've been in my head like damn, shakin' my head like damn, damn, damn
When's it gonna end? Goddamn, hittin' my head like wham, wham, wham
I've been in my head like damn, shakin' my head like damn, damn, damn, oh
Yeah, scared of success once my prefrontal cortex developed (shit)
Perfectly good opportunities feel like a setup (man)
That shit be hobblin' me, how can I get a leg-up (uh) out in Tribeca
Book me the penthouse 'cause all of this pressure is pent-up
Yeah, scared of success once my prefrontal cortex developed (shit)
Perfectly good opportunities feel like a setup (man)
That shit be hobblin' me, how can I get a leg-up (uh) out in Tribeca
Book me the penthouse 'cause all of this pressure is pent-up
Damn
