[Intro: Wynne's father]

Hey Beandip

Driving home

You put this song out, I listened to a little bit of it

I wasn't quite gettin' it, so I called your brother

And he said it's really good

I go, "It is?"

He goes, "Yeah, it's really good"

So, anyway

If you miss me, send me a letter

Thelonious

Woo

[Verse]

I'm just— I'm just tryna stay on point like it's ballet

You could never buy my spot, it's not valet

You can never steal my spot, I'm no dalma'

You could never reach my spot, you're still a mile away

Child, wait, get your mittens off my cookie jar

The pussy playin' hooky, you can't catch it like a Pokémon

You're the hare, I'm the tortoise tryna hold you off

Even if you're fast, you can't fake the race, Rachel Dolezal

Ooh, shots

Ooh, rounds on me, wait

Ooh, stop, no chaser, on three

One for the homies, two for the past, three for the lipstick print you can leave on my ass

I know that they miss me, they ain't gotta like it

Like when they were stalking my page and then accidentally liked it

That's how I know, little drop in the Oc'

It's a yacht, not a boat, she's a god, not a pope

What's a crop to a goat? Or a 'Blo to 'Casso?

Or a dodge to 'Lago? Or a dart to a bow?

What's a prop to a throne when you're not going home

'Til you got the parliament on the motherfuckin' phone?

I'm not here for playdates or wait-waits or raw steaks

If I'm gonna dip my toe in at the pool, I'll buy the whole place

And open it up to everybody 'cause I'm not keeping score

'Cause I've got the privilege, man, I'm opening the door

And that's what's wrong with white pride, y'all can't admit it

You didn't work for your skin color or dick, that shit was given to ya

Hallelujah, on Sundays I praise the truth

Tell Itay raise the mic in the room 'cause I'm feeling 6'2"

You bitch you, I'm on top

Making big moves in a crystal

When I whistle, it's a big tune

Might miss one, I don't miss two

If I kiss you, might forget you

When I switch dudes, I'm a bitch, boo

Spit pistols, I'm not talking, packing heat like an igloo

I'm lethal, welcome to my house of pain, bitch

Woah, too close, you get burnt like a blank disc

Wait, woah

This is as bad as the bad gets, oh no

For my sisters who stuck as a waitress, I know

You don't really wanna jump ship, grab rope

You gon' wanna witness this shit, lord knows

I'm at the top of the waitlist, let's go

First I graduate, then I'm making these hits, boy