Man, fuck
What's wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, fuck
What's wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, you're right
Mmm, you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah...
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you're right…
You damn right I'm right, I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that's what I'm here for
[Verse 1: KYLE]
I ain't been gettin' high
Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie
I know when you text me, girl, I don't always reply
Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly (Yeah)
I noticed, you think that you know shit (Why you know?)
All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it (Throws it)
They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus (Out of focus)
That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit (Woo!)
Otay, pray them niggas go away (Go away)
Always hella clowns around, it look like Cirque Du Soleil (Soleil)
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a mothafuckin' snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it (Yup), he don't say it, he shows it (Yup)
I'm just like DeRozan (Yup), if I shoot it, it goes in
I'm in Cali just coastin' (Yup), get 'em so wet they need coasters (Facts)
I got a selfie with Oprah (Facts), I just ain't never post it
And I'm in my happy place posted
I ain't frowned since '06, I ain't cried since '01
My pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though
Your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though
We gon' end on a high note
[Chorus: KYLE]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
She said she 21, I might have to ID that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin' around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
I'ma send a model home with her neck throbbin'
I done made so much money that it's non-stoppin'
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin' everyone I couldn't be tamed
Woah, six months later, I had snapped and now I'm in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?" to screenin' out the lane
Went from "Damn, this nigga lame" to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain't fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
I upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Ridin' deep in the van, like we lookin' for a mystery (Raggy?)
So don't fuck with me
No, lately I been livin' like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother's mother
I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber
[Chorus: KYLE]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I
Čovječe, jebote
Što nije u redu Kyle?
Čovječe, ta djeca, čovječe, razgovarao sranje, Makin' da se osjećam loše
Čovječe, jebi im djecu, braco! Pogledajte oko sebe, brate, pogled na život
Čovječe, ti si u pravu
Mmm, vidite, vidite ove fine kuja ovdje?
Da, woah ...
Vidiš ti stabla čovjeka? Vidite ovu vodu?
Mislim da je u redu
Hajde, čovječe, imaš puno više cijeniti, čovjek
Čovjek znaš što, y-ti si pravo ...
Ti prokleto u pravu u pravu sam, ne mogu se sjetiti vremena sam bio bog-prokleto krivo
Čovječe, hvala, Lil Brod
Hej čovječe, to je ono što sam ovdje
[Redak 1: KYLE]
Nisam bio visok gettin'
Pa, možda malo, dušo, ne želim lagati
Znam kad me tekst, djevojka, ne uvijek odgovarati
Pa nisi anđeo bilo, ne mogu ni letjeti (Da)
Primijetio sam, mislite da znate govno (Zašto li znali?)
Sve to nijansu koja je Comin' na mene, pitam se tko baca ga (baca)
Oni ne mogu vidjeti viziju, dječak mora biti izvan fokusa (izvan fokusa)
To je jako vruće album homie, pitam se tko je to napisao, oh shit (Woo!)
OTAY, moli ih crnje otići (Odlazi)
Uvijek Hella klaunovi oko, ona izgleda kao Cirque Du Soleil (Soleil)
Ovo nije album bilo, to su samo potrošnih dobara
Ovo sranje i dalje tako hladno, kada je pad, to će biti mothafuckin' snijeg dan
Ayy, dječak je dobar i on to zna (Yup), on to ne kaže, on to pokazuje (Yup)
Ja sam baš kao i DeRozan (Yup), ako sam ga pucati, to ide u
Ja sam u Cali samo coastin' (Yup), dobiti „em tako mokra trebaju podmetače (činjenice)
Dobio sam autoportretist s Oprah (činjenica), ja samo ne nikad ga objaviti
I ja sam u mom sretnom mjestu objavljene
Nisam se namrštila jer '06, nisam plakala jer '01
Moj jastuk kao Six Flags i svoju kuću nije zabavno
Možete se vratiti na moje ipak
Vaš prijatelj nije slatka, ali to je u redu, iako
Mi gon”kraj na visokoj bilješku
[Hor: KYLE]
Na slovo, na slovo
Djevojčura mogu dobiti jer ona ne bi previše voli
Kovrčave glave slatkica mogu pretvoriti u moje supruge
Čekaj, to znači zauvijek, zauvijek, držati, a kamoli
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Djevojčura mogu dobiti jer ona ne bi previše voli
Kovrčave glave slatkica mogu pretvoriti u moje supruge
Čekaj, to znači zauvijek, zauvijek, držati, a kamoli
[Post-Hor: KYLE]
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Ja špijun, Na slovo, na slovo
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Ja špijun, Na slovo, na slovo
Oh, ja
[Redak 2: Lil Yachty]
Rekla je 21, možda ću morati ID tu
Sve moje kuje dolaze u parovima poput loptice u mom mudonja
Sjećam Ridin' po gradu u hatchbacka
Obličje za problem s mojim mladim goblina
Ja sam poslati model kuće s vrata pulsacija
Sam učinio napravio toliko novca da je ne-stoppin'
Imaš moju braću na leđima poput prezimena
Sjećam govorim sve Ne mogu se ukrotiti
Uh, šest mjeseci kasnije, sam pukla i sad sam u igri
Otišao od lažnih lanaca dijamanti u drugoj traci
Otišao iz „Možeš li me odvesti ovdje?” da screenin' iz trake
Otišao iz „Prokletstvo, ovaj crnjo hrom” zapamtiti moje ime
Tako sam se sjetiti svih ljudi koji se ne jebeno sa mnom
Otišli su na faksu, sada svima crnje je povijest
Sam nadograditi od zlata dijamanti u mojim zubima
Ridin' duboko u kombiju, kao što smo lookin' za misterij (Raggy?)
Dakle, ne jebi sa mnom
Ne, u zadnje vrijeme sam bio Livin' kao luksuz
Brod i Kyle staviti zajedno kao tipkama klavira
A na majčine majke
Neću jebati kuja bez proklete gume
[Hor: KYLE]
Na slovo, na slovo
Djevojčura mogu dobiti jer ona ne bi previše voli
Kovrčave glave slatkica mogu pretvoriti u moje supruge
Čekaj, to znači zauvijek, zauvijek, držati, a kamoli
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Djevojčura mogu dobiti jer ona ne bi previše voli
Kovrčave glave slatkica mogu pretvoriti u moje supruge
Čekaj, to znači zauvijek, zauvijek, držati, a kamoli
[Post-Hor: KYLE]
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Ja špijun, Na slovo, na slovo
Oh, Na slovo, na slovo
Ja špijun, Na slovo, na slovo
Oh, ja