[Verse 1]
Ever seen a garden like mine?
Uh huh honey, I'm bound to the grind
Teeth so white, my hair so black
Take a nap, got my backpack
On the map, keep on writing raps
'Til my line flat, 911 in the summer
Baptism with the water make you real clean, make you real stunner
Spent a summer on the lake, was a runner
Now I'm first year, college boy looking for a date
Dropped a mixtape March '17, that's what I made
Then I dropped 'bout four more, so that you could play
With a real boy, real man, that's what I am
Got big plans, Air Force, fly a tin can, foolie
Graduated then went right back to schooling
Aye, tryna keep the faith but I keep thinking 'bout the booty
I'm a rapper, not a trapper, prolly won't be good as Trapo
Even Saba dropped an album that I'll bump prolly forever
Get a stretcher prepped and ready if they ever get to stepping
I be bulking nowadays and I swear all that leave me sweating
Like sheesh, gotta shave my head with the shears like a sheep
My rapping wake ya up and my singing leave ya sleep
I dedicate my life to the Gospel and I preach
God's love, salvation, satisfaction, and the waves up on the beach
Ah, geez
[Chorus]
Ooh, this something to take the edge off you
Dance, shake your pants, jazz hands, get a lil' groove going
The way you hips move remind me of the ocean
And every time I'm with you, girl I be floating, I'm hopeless
I know it, you know it, we know it

[Verse 2]
Hey, it's Christmas time in the city
But the temperature right now's about 150 degrees
Oh geez, oh please Mr. Sun, won't you leave
And come back another day 'cause the blaze is no fun
Where's the snow at? Where the trees at? Where the leaves at?
I could really go to the beach and that's wack
The middle of December feel like the summer