I be changing up the crib every quarter
I got tired of not living how I wanna
I'm a make this shit as big as I wanna
I get lost of my way to the kitchen in the morning
Somewhere in the hills of Montana
Baby gotta heal from the traumas
Mailbox filled up with commas
I'm a make enough to disappear if you wanna
I ain't got no time to waste on the come up
I be changing up the crib every quarter (every quarter)
I get lost on my way back from the kitchen
'Cause I don't know which way I'm going in the corridor
I told her woosah, woosah
(Woosah, woosah)
Yeah
Utah, jazzed off a few shots and woosah
Yeah, you gotta woosah when I do talk
It's that to the moon talk
I know what I want, give no fucks what you want
Woosah, woosah
Fuck the hoopla, I saw what I saw
Fuck what you saw
I been on my day to day (yeah, uh)
Disappear like David Blaine
I'm talking woosah, woosah
Fuck the hoopla
I saw what I saw, fuck what you saw
I been on my day to day
Disappear like David Blaine
Shorty tryna act like she perfect, she didn't have to
Sometimes shit isn't working until it has to
I been in my bag, I been workin' like I still have to
Got mom and dad off Sherman, you know I had to
Woosah, woosah
Fuck the hoopla, I saw what I saw
Fuck what you saw
I been on my day to day (yeah)
Disappear like David Blaine
I told her woosah, woosah
I told her woosah, woosah
Not the type of person concerned with what I can't do
Woosah, woosah
Fuck the hoopla, I saw what I saw
Fuck what you saw
I been on my day to day, uh
Disappear like David Blaine, uh
I told her woosah, woosah