[Verse 1: YL]
1, 2, 3, 4
Ayo she can't see past the summer
I place a needle on the record like it's acupuncture
Vivid image of her face but I forget her number
9-1-7 somethin' I don't know the rest
If there's somethin' on ya mind then get it off ya chest
It's Triple R you should notice that I never switch
I touch the mic like the ladies, very delicate
I fuck a feminine chick, there ain't no tellin' when my adrenaline hits
Bring it back like the genesis
I'm just tryna reap the benefits
My life's a documentary no censorship
And everything I do is like a photo-op
Ya life ill in photo shop don't get yo' photo cropped
You call the cops when there's no danger, just another slow banger
Play this in yo' Benzo and don't change it
Almost Famous, but it's nothin' like the movie bitch
I'm payin' dues 'till I bubble like jacuzzi kid

It's like a bad dream

[Verse 2: YL]
1, 2, 3, 4
Time travelin', rattlin' trunks
Record collection always scatterin'
I've had 'bout enough
New York n***as chief a dutch and keep the greenery tucked
Sittin' leisurely, my scenery plush
A lotta secrecy, no people to trust
You a weasel, I'm dope without the needle
My quotes could shatter evil, I'm ghost
Rappers doin' the most
Promise mom I'm comin' back like the sequel
Peace to free people and deeper minds equal
Illegal entry, wonder why they sent me
Who are they, I don't wanna know and they won't let me
Got goals like Gretzky with no ESPY
My thoughts carryin' away too heavy
212 is the area code son, I'm tryna get known
You a clone and can't think on your own son
Your cover's blown, I'm just blowin' in the wind
Street poems, I ain't mad when she show a little skin