[Intro]
I don't understand what's going on, Emmy
It's uncanny, I'd never guess you were a robot
Yeah
(Things aren't that simple)

[Verse]
In some 'Preme loafers, roll a o' of doja on the sofa, ayy
I'm mixin' syrup with the soda
Smoke an abundance of chronic straight up out the bong and the last that I checked my bank account was full as my lungs
I ain't tryna get too fucked up
Two fours, gon' pour two cups up, ayy
Boof pack, gon' roll two blunts up
Shawty hit my phone like, "Ayo, what's up?"
Girl I'm fuckin' coughin' like I got sleep apnea
Strong bong rips, a blonde bitch in the passenger
A product of shaolin since age ten
Swifter with the sword than I am with the pen
(Things aren't that simple)
Another rainy day in the 'Preme poncho
And you can tell my haters 'domo arigato.'
(Things aren't that simple)
Yeah, 'cause all these kids off the shits B, yeah
New Acne Jeans with the ripped knees
Yeah, sippin' amaretto
Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Jared Leto
I've been balling since '92
I've been chillin' smoking marijuana by the ocean view, ayy
How your ass as fat as Khloe Kardashian?
How your mans ain't broke but he just ain't go no cash with him?
My flow ballistic, down with the sickness
Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Scott Disick
Champagne with the Act 'cause I like how it fizz
You ain't ballin' like I'm ballin', you ain't fresh as I'm is, yo
Beatrix Kiddo with the samurai sword
Smoked out, loud pack in the Honda Accord
Yeah, and I ain't tryna get too fucked up
Two fours, gon' pour two cups up, yeah
Boof pack, gon' roll two blunts up
Shawty hit my phone like, "Ayo, what's up?"
Yeah, 'cause all these kids off the shits B
New Acne Jeans with the ripped knees
So go and pour a little liquor in my chalice, please
The fallacy is I ain't got enough Palace tees, bitch
[Outro]
(Things aren't that simple)
Yeah
(Things aren't that simple)