01 Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yea, ouu (Ok)
Yea, ouu (Ok)
Play me, (Ok)
Play it, (Ok)
[Verse]
The Raf Simons denim from '01
And you can't compare me to no one
And this not the new, this the old one
She said, "I'm used to the old you"
Rick Owen denim from '02
All of the shit that they like, I'm opposed to
Imma just sit back and fake it, like I was supposed to
This bitch so bad, it's so hard to approach you baby
And I'm too old to coach you baby
I'm not really social baby
Yea she know I'm cultured, she get the tone of my middle name
And no cap, I done seen worse than section 8
Every minute without you I feel away
Each time I fuck her, how you supposed to stay?
I'm flying across the country, state to state
For you, I might do anything bae
And fuck all these niggas, yea the game changed
Yea niggas ain't really no more, this shit strange to me
I watch 'em throw shade on me
But fuck it, I'm paving a way
Bow your head and say your lil grace
Run dem pockets, pay yo lil homage