Can anybody tell me
Can anybody tell me, body tell me
Can't nobody tell me who I am at all
No, can't nobody tell me
No, can't nobody tell me
No
So y'all can just sit back and watch me do this
Just sit back and watch me do this
Just sit back and watch me go, these bitches won't have me hoed
And these niggas can't tell me a thing at all
No, can't nobody tell me
No, can't nobody tell me
No

Hey, hey, hey

All grown up but still feel like a kid
Like who would've thought this is all there is
Polar bears drown, all we give a fuck about is how to roll around in that new carriage

So I will bow down to no business pig
That's why I need royalties for all my nigs
That's why I need this loyalty from all my nigs
They won't be controlling me, I'm off that shit
No, I won't wear your chains
I'll rock on, on my own
But what a waste
Oh, you got, oh, so owned, oh

I got gratitude, I got attitude
Rap like it's no mo' gravity
And I'm glad I got latitude
Rapidly spat like a gap tooth, no caption
Snatch ya phones, fracture bones
Actually, factually, I am the master
Naturally, you know, I am a bastard
Accident inside of a disaster
I can see the future, I can feel the souture
Looking at the cooter, she can see right through me
It's brand new to me, family calamity, shit, damn
Lamps with cellophane, photos of Penny Lane, only a memory
Don't play dumb, I betcha don't remember me
Pretend to be my friend, eh, that is imaginary
Black canary, blackberry, outdated, 'ventually
I'mma time out, watch

Uh, uh, motherfucker, I'm ill
There's a war inside my mind, babe
Self-inflicted hostility
Chin-deep in my own personal hell
Motherfucker, I'm illogical, I'm not Bobby
The way you touched my body made me feel like I was nobody

It's written in the bushes
It doesn't wanna be said
It doesn't wanna be seen
It doesn't wanna be read
But look between the pages
Look between the cosmos's edges

You'll find that you hold the pen
Oh, baby, you are the author
Fossils, moon rocks, rocket fuel
Steel beams and jet fuel
Memes to steal and IG reels
I'm high off the fantasy
I run with it, can't you see
I can't put this more candidly
I can't listen to them, you see
American vanity
Ocean expansion is nigh
I still ride with four-wheel drive
Now, don't that sound like suicide
Go nine-nine on the I-85
I'm Solomon, I wanna fly
But y'all can't tell me, anyway