[Intro - Papa Sleep]
Jump Start the whip
My mind might split
I lost my wits
Think I had it think I had it think I had it
X2

Verse 1 - nAvvvi]
Sweaty palms, handshake, goin far
Push it deep, in a stall, whats the fate?
At a fault

I am the rederin, speaking off element
Taking my settlement running with eloquence
Rushing my embody fit in society
Shake at priority

Where is the fine line from five nights to corny
All of this social distancing keeps making me so horny

Babe, im off ur knobs
Glue and a knife like calvin and hobbes
Tell me "the world is yours" like nas
Yea so my failures dish out applause
Baby just tell me what crowds go expecting?
Which parts of life did i start go infecting?
Trap metal jokes, trap metal dead now
Strida walk the boat and climb up the high bow