Place

I'm not a kid anymore
If I'm still, nigha, I can hear my id speak
Put childish things by the door
Keep my piff in the camry
You wanted a family
We could be a family

Come to my place
I'll get us right, I will

Hieroglyphs on Tompkins lead me
Back to you
Caught drunk on a wind
Of your perfume
Oh I feel like a kid again
Yea I feel like a kid again

Come to my place
I'll get us right, I will

My little bae got them J's on
Lord knows that I didn't pay for em
Nighas turn head like possession
My bitch she pay no attention
I swear I love is a blessing
Not the colorway requested
Am who I am like reflection
Memory cold like a basement
My nigha I'm blind to temptation
Fly in a Nissan like spaceship
Back of the Uber, don't say shiet
Ride in the pool til my check clear
Time is a circle, no Aztec
But she want that Gucci like as if
Knee highs be tall as a mastiff
Put her shishitos in plastic

Put her shishitos in plastic love
Hermes the name of the fabric love
My gram, it bling like the classic though
My gram it bling like the classic love

Come to my place...