12.38 (Explicit)

作曲 : Donald Glover/Dacoury Natche/Atia "Ink" Boggs/BIN ABRAHAM-JOSEPH/Khadja Bonet

作詞 : Donald Glover/Dacoury Natche/Atia "Ink" Boggs/BIN ABRAHAM-JOSEPH/Khadja Bonet

Uh, someone made a mess of my account

(Someone sound like me, yes) “

Someone bought a Patek in a panic, yes, yes

Forty Bentley addict, I go manic, oh no

Hit the uchi-chuchi 'till it's slanted, ooh

I'ma beat it up, ooh, lady

I'ma make you dreams come, baby

Ayy, you the one who talking all that trash

(You the one who talkin' all that trash) “

45, I'll twenty-eight that a3s *

You can set that snow on fire (Yeah, ooh)

You smell like a peach papaya

She said, “Eat this Psilocybin, I'ma be right back"

I'm like “Aight"

Ayy, I don't know what Psilocybin is (No)

This better not be no molly

She just laughed and closed the door

Dark chocolate sea salt

I took a bite

She said "We gon' have a special night"

I said "Who you telling, girl? I know that"

Tracee Ellis, with it when you throw back

Girl, I see your shadow move

Ooh, you're so divine (Yes you are)

And them panties came off (Ooh, yes they did)

I'ma give you some privacy

Pictures with your stepsisters

N. K. Jemisin with you, uh

Got the all about love on some bell hooks

Then I turned to her dirty look, uh (Meow)

Ayy, why your cat looking at me sideways?

"Sing to her"

I said "Nah, I'll put on the radio though"

Boy, I might let you go

Lay back on my back, uh, vibrate

My ex on some B.S

And she walk out the closet

Girl, never write a check I can't deposit

She said "Boy stop, let's go walkin' (Let's go walkin')

You wanna be outside for this"

We just talkin'

Dogpark looking like a Trader Joe's (Uh, uh)

Papillon, uh, thought you hated those

Other girls look, look they shady shows

Every time we walk around

They say "How she gonna hold him down?" No

They don't know what they missing

Most of these n!ggas wanna run around with these SZAs (Yeah)

I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka

Baby girl is just diggin' all in my pockets (My pock-)

I was going hard by the magic hour

We were holding hands, tryna make me understand

N!ggas fall in love, that's my magic power, yes

Everybody's jealous, I'm on easy, these colors

Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight

Yellow, red, orange robe, asking for donations, ooh

I am not a tourist, n!gga, this is not vacation (I am not a tourist, n!gga, I know-, this is not vacation)

Vibrate

Goddamn, and this girl going crazy on my Motorola

She said "Let me answer it" (Let me answer)

Then she'll know it's over, ooh

Girl you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life

Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife

She just laughed and touched my face

But you don't understand what this is (Wait a minute, wait, wait)

I'm ain't looking for another lifetime

Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design

Had the iceberg tucked on my waist, bling

Fxck an omelet, you can eat off my face, no

I just thought that we were vibin'

You don't love her? Then you lyin'

Coming, going, you get tulips

Put a finger to my two lips (It's okay)

Ooh you got it bad, just remember what we had

You can set the snow on fire

The reason that your suffering's desire

The reason I'm moving with this ooh-wee

I was loving life, I got too deep (I was too deep)

Woke up in my room, she was long gone

Toni singing me another sad song

Ooh, eternity, oh, until we meet again

This ain't special, tell me what you want

This ain't special, baby, this is fun

This ain't special, tell me what you want

This ain't special, baby, this is fun

Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft

Gold mouth (Hol' up, hol' up), yes, I'm from the Dirty South

Lights out (Straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21)

Pipes out (On God), all my shooters came from Moscow

Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)

Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can rob ya (Straight up)

She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (On God)

I've been counting Ms, me and Ben Franklin down to kin (On God)

Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)

Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pus3y, that's wack (Straight up)

The police keep harassin' cause I'm rich and I'm black (Straight up)

They mad because I made myself a boss without crack (On God)

I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21)

Straight up out the trenches, money made me ignorant

I'm on the private jet eatin' Popeyes chicken (21)

I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)

Morning dew

Percolate and still have a little time for Sunday

(So baby, say let's take it back to the crib

Back to the-back-back to the)

Baby, I might let you go

Baby-baby, no matter what

And like I switch the other side on me

Babe-babe gotta hold me

Gotta ride on me

Baby-aby, let's take it back to crib

Back-back to the crib

Back-back to the

Baby, I might let you go

Baby-baby, no matter what

And I can I-can I-can I-can I

To the crib-

Back to the brick

Back to the-

You see them

Baby, I, baby, baby, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I