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Uh, man, what's the use of the numbers thats on your phone
If you just let the shadow be your friend and you cry alone?
I just got a new crib, copped me a billiardut it's only one pool stick
Got a picture to prove it now
Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay
I call it doin taste test of my Explore page
Algorithm programmin' always done in poor taste
I take the SIM card out in search of gourmet
Pool fights, swimmin' on a cool night
Lookin' at her, overfantasizin' what her room like
I don't got a single fuckin' problem sayin' goodnight
Every single bad bitch, they eatin like they ShoeNice
Back in 07, me and Mama in the crib watchin' Top Gun
Now I got these bitches askin if I wanna pop one
No, get the fuck away
I'd rather be the one to take the fun away
Than to be the kid that's always rollin' every Saturday (Saturday)
I dont judge myself enough
Funds in the bank could make these pills look like Temple Run
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
I ain't miss my bro's and sis weddings all for nothin'
Pharrell interviewed me, I ain't even heard In Search Of
I was seventeen, couldn't even sip the bourbon
He said relationships way different in person
Three years later, I was on a date in Berlin
I just took a flight to Utah, man, that's a first time
Walkin' off the plane, steam breathin'
Snow darkened by the shades
I'm just stayin' warm, sippin' on my third wine
Face is gettin' red now (Now, now)
I don't need a sun tan
Press week get you used to hearin' certain questions
Like, 'How you feel to be at Sundance?'
Like, 'How you feel to be just one man?'
One man reppin' where you from and I'm like, 'Nah, man'
Five years ago, I'd be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute set
Runnin' outta breath before the motherfuckin' song ends (Ends, ends, ends)
And now I'm 'bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islands
Surrounded by the audience and my friends
That shit turn everything else into nonsense
To think I'm only on my second project
I ain't here for the contest, I'm just here for the progress
Tell Leo and Brad that I ain't takin' their jobs yet
I'm just playin', man, I ain't got me a nom yet
Not that I'mma need that shit to feel accomplished
Long as I'm breathin' air and my mama happy, I'm smilin' (Smilin')
I don't need the VV's on my neck
But I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamonds
But I'm closin' my eyes, here come the guidance
Genius