Lyrics:

Yah yah, yah yah
Yah yah, yah yah


This that
Fruit for the soul
Fruit for the soul
This that
Fruit for the soul
Fruit for the soul

Hocus pocus
Make em lose focus
I hope you notice that you dont know shit
Im super open
Pass the potion
I drank too much, like Im flying in the ocean
This aint the place to say Im lonely
Hide my emotions and show emojis
You talking with your homies, I know they fucking know me
Fuck the small talk, after this you fucking owe me
Baby, how you step on the beat, so simple
Watch me do the Prince shit, Im a real symbol
Follow my tempo
I lead by example
I need me a sample
Like boy, is that real?
Im taken back, put it all on my belt
Ill buy Chanel if that shits gonna help
Ima rock her
Girl, I could do you proper
Fuck the fuckers
Lip locker, shot caller
Girls, girls, girls, on my Tommy Lee shit
Girls, girls, girls, yeah, they the meanest
Girls, girls, girls, they coming from Venus
Girls, girls, girls, all looking for Jesus
But act like heathens
Im fly, Im phoenix
A flame your weakness
Yeah, Im a genius
You burst into pieces
My hearts beating faster, way faster
I hope you mean (this)

This that
Fruit for the soul
Fruit for the soul
This that
Fruit for the soul
Fruit for the soul
This that
Fruit for the soul (yah, yah)
Fruit for the soul (yah, yah)
This that
Fruit for the soul (yah, yah)
Fruit for the soul (yah, yah)