Released on May 28, 2021

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[Intro]

These are thoughts that I be-

Ay...


[VERSE 1]

Superficial

Bet she feels it in her pelvis

Stole your muse and rocked the world like I was Elvis

Everyone knows I’m the shit because they smelt it

Son/Sun I’m fly like Icarus and nearly melted

Gucci Scarf because my neck froze

Kill the fit for whom the bell tolls

I stay strapped before I’m R.I.P’d like Velcro

Off the rip I’m ripping shit

They like Othello, jealous of mе

Wait...

Life’s a bitch, well hola

I stretch hеr shit like yoga

Bitch feel the force like Yoda

I’m in her lungs like... *cough*

Wait

Hold up

I’m back and right up on ya

I’m in her lungs like rona

Come and breathe my aroma

Ayy

Ice all on my wrist

Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches

I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué

No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake

I knew I’d be big, since the, since the fucking 5th Grade


[PRE-HOOK]

Yeah yea

Since the mothafuckin' 5th Grade

Knew I’d make it big, but which day?

Ayy

Knew I’d make it

Ayy


[Chorus]

I got thoughts of making it

I got thots that’s naked and

Oh, I thought that they could swim

Cuz we off relationships

I got thoughts to make it rich

I got thoughts to make it big

Yeah, yeah

I got thoughts to make it big

I got

I got

I got

I got

I got


[VERSE 2]

I got

Thoughts to stack a million then piss on y’all at the bottom

Now how’s that for trickle-down economics?

Speak that Whatchu-ma-call-it

English, French

Je m’en calisse

Montréal is where I be

Bon-Dieu-Voit, say Wallahi

Hold up

Gucci Scarf cuz still my neck cold

Down to die for riches

All my life the debt rose

The weight of what I must owe/muscle

Still I flex though

I don’t rest but clearly wrestle

With my Inner Demons

Make no sense like Bitcoin

Yea

Fuck my life, well bitch join

Cuz

We all dying one day

It’s just so hard to pinpoint

I

Just do what I’ve been doing

Remain an OutKast and

Stay by my fuckin' Stacks like Big Boi

My Thoughts to build and destroy

Ayy

Ice all on my wrist

Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches

I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué

No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake

I knew I’d be big, since the

Since the fucking 5th grade

Ay