Come Alive

Yay baby, agua

It's psychedelic

Yeah

I keep my head to the sky

You know it's no use in wondering

Why, don't you just get loose and feel these ****s

And, baby, come alive, come alive, come alive

Took a walk outside, seen a crop top

Pretty-ass girl with a ****, made my jaw drop

Know she peeped the style I can call bluffs

But no reply, no smile like my call blocked (Ayy)

This a big body no drop top

Rap not a hobby no more, I'm on the shot clock

Point two left I'll go Zion, young lion coming for Zion

Made a lot of o's I could kiss myself

A lot of hoes turn me into Miguel

I skywalk to Madonna like my dear

Walk to the front of the club like I'm Bia

Get some of your own money honey, don't run my well

Although it won't run dry, she wanna kiss and tell

They under the spell, I keep it on the D-low

The hoes is Creole, the Rhodes is seafoam

I keep my head to the sky

You know it's no use in wondering

Why, don't you just get loose and feel these ****s

And baby come alive, come alive, come alive

I keep my head to the sky

You know it's no use in wondering

Why, don't you just get loose and feel these ****s

And, baby, come alive, come alive, come alive

Yo Wolf

Yo

Do you think like uh, do you think we can get a feature on this next verse

Somebody like popping like Omar Apollo or like Clairo or some sh*t

Like somebody-

Somebody like everybody's ****ing with right now

No

Uh

Ow

Yeah, baby, I'm on my gangster sh*t

I played bass on it, I'm leaving with those I came in with

Cold-blooded in the Kangol fit

I stay blunted with a label rep

Tryna tell me I should pick a genre

I swear y'all all sheeps lined up for slaughter

G's move in silence, yeah, like lasagna

Livin' la vida in Barcelona, young Mariposa

Play my new sh*t on the stereo (Ayy)

She got a big body like Terio (Ayy)

Homie called shotty I don't care though

Watch the white kids all copy my hair-do (Damn)

80K on Air BnB's (80K)

So hell naw, no free CD's

Your record all Z-Z-Z's, like where the **** is your energy

Take two sips so you tipsy, yeah I ain't called I been busy

What the **** you add to the mix

Played twenty shows down on Sixth Street

Gatorade blue on the kicks rest in peace to Nipsey (Uh)

I got love, yeah the world can have it (Ayy)

**** around might spill the acid

They found me making out with a cactus

Stay cool it's just a right of passage

I'm savage

I keep my head to the sky

You know it's no use in wondering

Why, don't you just get loose and feel these ****s

And, baby, come alive, come alive, come alive

It's psychedelic

Come alive

Young Fel

Shouts to the Dreamers

Yessir

Ha, nice, Bob