Fruit

[Verse]
I speak through my clothes
Jeans with the holes
Won't do as I'm told
I try, won't forfeit
As I grow old
And outgrow the mold
The dream I've been sold
I can't afford it (No)

[Chorus]
God as my witness
God is my stylist
3 Uber XL's
Everyone 'gon pile in
The more I feel distant
I can't stop smiling
Fruits of my labor
Perfectly ripe

[Verse]
I only sip to celebrate but every day I'm getting good news
SSENSE feels like KARMALOOP
Between a rock and a hard place, I can't seem to move
I'm B.B. King, my body full of blues

[Chorus]
God as my witness
God is my stylist
3 Uber XL's
Everyone 'gon pile in
The more I feel distant
I can't stop smiling
Fruits of my labor
Perfectly ripe