[Sample]
Let's make promises
That we can keep
And call it a new year's

[Verse 1] Illmaculate
And we hit ‘em with another
Step in with the intentions of a hustler
Seen to bad chicks and they kissing on each other
This a new year’s resolution in the middle of the summer
You going on a drink diet
C+, clean up to an A-
(Shit)
And then her song came on
She took a shock ‘cause we don’t listen to music
We was raised by it
We in a cloud like we hang gliding
Stay watching all the birds that I stay high with
Yeah, higher than a plane pilot
Got the flame, light it
It’s a new strain, try it
Ain’t nothing that we won’t make back
So we scream “fuck the world” and we toast that glass
Do the celebrate thing and roleplay that
Wake up in the morning, want to take the whole thing back
Instead of that though
[Sample]
Let's make promises
That we can keep
And call it a new year's

[Verse 2] Illmaculate
Tell ‘em get ‘em in the sky
Pocket full of change when I spend it on a dime
Never had a threesome, a friend, what is a nine?
Made a new year’s resolution in the middle of July
Drop the filling out the swisher then I filled it to the rim
Then I lit it, then I hit. Couldn’t quit it if I tried
I’m addicted to the high
Sick of killing rappers, all they killing is my vibe
Give a fuck how you feel, if I’m the realest in my eyes
Do work like the end of your shift
I move work, it [?] prime
Listen
Shit’s refined when I pin a rhyme
Whoever smokes that trynna hold back
The juice that I spit is fine
Never mind ‘cause shit gets tougher than leather
She ain’t even tripping, I’m living up to the pressure
Told her to share a minute and lick her under the weather
Let each other down and all that, against each other forever
[Sample]
Let's make promises
That we can keep
And call it a new year's

[Verse 3] Myke Bogan
Look
We’ve been a mess but our hair in the same bun
Left our regrets at the bar that we came from
I’m at my best, that’s the greatest yet
Let’s leave after grating sex. I try to stay in check
She was checking me out, I just flinched and held
Kept on touching them clouds
When we got to the house she wasn’t messing around
Tried to keep my dick up, but she kept wiping it down
Here like Sideshow Bob, you can’t mimic the path I chose
I’ll lead off course like I’m bored, I just had to go
Once when I’m on, I swear theses n***as won’t laugh no more
I sweat at my palms like the Itchy & Scratchy Show
Roll up and pass the grass, I done had some laughs
I don’t have to ask ‘til it’s over
This is the aftermath, ain’t nothing after that
I’m just back and back ‘til I’m sober

[Sampled Outro]
I hope it’s not too late
Just too say that I’m sorry, honey
All I want to do is just finish what we started, baby