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[Merlyn Wood:]
Jabari, me paddy

[Dom McLennon:]
Everybody ask me how I deal with my depression
Man look, man, I don’t got the answer to your question
If I did, you would probably never hear from me again
That’s a promise, not a threat and it ain’t no half-steppin’ (Hey)
Can’t let it compromise the pace I’m settin’ (Hey)
Grandma told me don’t forget to count my blessings (Woo)
Breakin’ up botanicals to ease my stressin’
Was the one that you needed but you weren’t expectin’
Game need refreshin’ (Hey), what you been suggestin’? (Hey)
Wrote a new constitution, we don’t need amendin’ (Hey)
I go Johnnie Cochran when I’m raisin’ my defenses (Yeah)
Man, I feel like Michael Keaton when a nigga start ascendin’ (Hey)
Never second-guessin’ (Hey), had to do a lot of restin’ (Hey)
Like I played for Popovich, tryna find our new direction (Woo)
Listen, I ain’t for the shelvin’, what you niggas tellin’?
My team been rebellin’ from wherever you were headin’, goddam

[Matt Champion:]
Man, this s**t bump like a belly when it’s pregnant (Mhm)
Bonafide big brr lookin’ like a Yeti (Mhm)
Swift feet cheetah, that’s a real big kitty
Who made y’all judges? That’s a real ass feeling
I don’t like the sly ones, forget ’em and I dead ’em (Yeah)
Always off the s**t like a constipated reverend (Alright)
Y’all don’t like to s**t talk, dumb pun, all fun
But I make your b***h crack a giggle with the next one (Oh)
Goofy ass boy, look like Elmer Fudd’s cousin (Sheesh)
Heavy-ass feet, bet Pluto heard you comin’ (s**t)
Actin’ like Regina, you a lil’ bit dramatic (George)
I been in the cockpit, I been in the cabin (Right)
Take the ego out, just revolve around the planet (Right)
Damn, I’m like Kirby, man, I don’t take damage
Oh, so hot, so, sst, get branded
I’m just havin’ fun, cops hit me, goddamn it

[Kevin Abstract:]
Trauma got me f**ked up, my mama got me f**ked up
My lil’ nigga locked up, it’s like Hakuna Matata
Never liked sci-fi, empathetic wifi
Keep it in the back room, hidin’ with my dry eye
Put it in the vacuum, I got love for my label
Fifteen million on the table, none of my niggas is stable
Need a personal connection, I just wanna feel you, baby
Bein’ sober made me realize how poorly I been behavin’, uh

[Matt Champion & Merlyn Wood:]
My b***h, she so pretty, pretty (Mmh)
I get cash like really, really
Tell the DJ, man, he ain’t slick
‘Cause he ain’t playin’ hits, he silly, silly (Mmh)
My b***h is so pretty, pretty (Mmh)
I get cash like really, really (Get it)
Tell the DJ, man, he ain’t slick
‘Cause he ain’t playin’ hits, he silly, silly (Boy, bye)

Ring in their ears like a bark
Always feel left in the dark
Trauma the price for the patience
Character shift like an arc
Move like my s**t stay in park
Don’t feel the love or respect
Grip like a hand on my neck
This is the year, place your bets
Boy, bye

[Joba & Merlyn Wood:]
Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh (Mmm), ooh, ooh (Mmm)
I’m beautiful and bashful
Boy, bye
Goddamn (Sheesh)
Boy, bye
Boy, bye
I’m beautiful and bashful