Temple Tune

[Intro]
And trees, how we love them
Ah

[Chorus]
I was sittin' on my window, puffing on that Indo
Can't quite find the tempo, 'cause my tempo been jacking the block
Tryna figure if I'm hot or not, sweating
Sporting sandals and socks, light a candle for pops
'Cause our paper coming soon, and the payoff is a layoff
Oh, wait, from some new rooms where they only play our tunes (Ah, check)

[Verse 1]
I wanna do better, be better, pretend I never let her
Break down these barriers, confidence can't say carrier
Not the bay of areas (Haha), I laugh at new math, like
How y'all do that, compute facts for these nude hacks
I'm a little bit of babysitter, couldn't raise her baby sister
My baby brother's full hearted lovers, gotta love 'em
The heartbreak, while fateful, was hardest to shake though
I shink at card tables, pull rink in hard fables
Ain't nobody worried 'bout me, specially these labels
I probably should get on soon, wrong tune
Probably should get going soon, who's room have I won my own?
Takes much more than half the rent to make a home
I've been a dollar short, no a quarter mil' in loans
Last time I called Tyrone, he was needing me, vigourly
Calling collect, like it was feasible, B
He's like "That seasonally, I need a reason to leave"

[Chorus]
'Cause I was sittin' on my window, puffing on that Indo
Can't quite find the tempo, 'cause my tempo been jacking the block
Tryna figure if I'm hot or not, sweating
Sporting sandals and socks, light a candle for pops
'Cause our paper coming soon, and the payoff is a layoff
Oh, wait, from some new rooms where they only play our tunes
(Ah, check)

[Verse 2]
Taxin niggas for space now, bass down
I remember the day round playgrounds, not to be that reminisceful
Never blisstful, black motherfuckers scared of pistols
Slick as cats, in the thunder charge my crystals, tame my hunger
I wonder willingly, whether killing leads
Killed by leaves in my dungarees, cunning thieves who pay for it
Pay forest, run, I got a text from Dunn
Ask me if I got my gun, if I stacked enough paper
If I know which way I'll run, when they come
Can't confront, I be rolling hella blunts, in my scraper, in my front
From the town where we don't front, could go down if you go one
But I doubt the bouts was won

[Chorus]
I was sittin' on my window, puffing on that Indo
Can't quite find the tempo, 'cause my tempo been jacking the block
Tryna figure if I'm hot or not, sweating
Sporting sandals and socks, light a candle for pops
'Cause our paper coming soon, and the payoff is a layoff
Oh, wait, from some new rooms where they only play our tunes

[Outro]
New music, new music!
The Tree Act, coming for you, it's gonna be Nappy Nina, Nappy Nina
On the ones and twos and threes