Lyrics
Oh, why did you do this to me? Oh
Trauma Tone
Huh
Evasive driving, lost the tail
On the way to the spot, they tried to trail
We avoided that shit and we set sail
Notebook laid on a digital scale
It's enough to put our kids through Yale
Yeah, yeah, game plan, made man
Beige tan, peanut butter leather in the grey Benz
Flying in the weather like Stunna 'nem
High, chasing the horizon in the Cullinan
Rear cabin for the front office bosses
Turnt up like Olympic torches
I decoded the lessons in all my losses
Now I'm goated and my catalog vaulted
Business partners entertaining offers
We could get a fortune right now for a small part of it
Play it smart, deep water, hungry sharks
Ball hard, pray to God we don't fall off
Evasive driving, lost the tail
On the way to the spot, they tried to trail
We avoided that shit and we set sail
Notebook laid on a digital scale
It's enough to put all our kids through Yale
Yeah, yeah, game plan, made man
Beige tan, peanut butter leather in the grey Benz
Flying in the weather like Stunna 'nem
High, chasing the horizon in the Cullinan
Rear cabin for the front office bosses
Turnts up like Olympic torches
I decoded the lessons in all my losses
Now I'm goated and my catalog vaulted
Evasive driving, lost the tail
On the way to the spot, they tried to trail
We avoided that shit and we set sail
Laid my notebooks on a digital scale
It's enough to put our kids through Yale
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah