Lyrics:

Feat. Chance The Rapper

(Verse: SZA)
Ripping the heads off of my perfect dolls
Tossed them to the side, get a convertible
I like the way you ride up
Can have it all, skip a hunit boy
Watch it from the side line, wish that he had it
She wish that she had it
Hearing your back rhyme, built in fantasies
Fuck reality! Do you wanna know, know me?
Do you wanna know, know me?
Stuck in tempo, you the controller
It's cheap to offend such(?), I
Higher, finnesse him, I'm Desdemona, a fellow in tragedies
Shakespeare in sorrows, ready to offer them

(Verse: Chance The Rapper)
Keys on the door, only keys on the vinyl
Don't knock on my door when my stars is alligned
I been fishin' for a minute, for a mino
Only I know that a pawn is a trade and a rookie
For a castle like tuition for a final plan
Hook you for a tassel, spend a minute on the minal
Winds on my window,
Ash on my skin when the record low temps for the limbo
Only write rhythm to the tardiest of tempos
Only ride shotgun when the car is a limo
I crowd surf in a cypher, scuba in my shower
Take an Uber to my neighbors
Used to pay the pipe until Peter picked it better
Now, but first you gotta tell us where the hell is all the paper
But memories keep coming back, all the nights we used to laugh
Wanna know how it used to was, how it used to was