Winona

Uh, last night I met a diva at the disco

Grindin' to the Clipse with her hips close

Penthouse brought a couple friends with

So we're listenin' to soca, samba, calypso

Williamsburg where the hipsters relaxin'

Talkin' out the ass, a fake interest in fashion

White DJ but he's spinnin' Ms. Jackson

Had shorty goin' hard as long division with fractions

The Mr. to his Ms., he was missin' in action

That just make a subtraction

If I had the world to trade, it'd be a fatal attraction

Now we're through before the mornin'

Like what they do in Aspen

Is that too much for askin'? I don't know

But show me someone who does

Yoga and meditation to overcome the frustration

Uh, I think it's what I need

Let's slow it down and you can bring me up to speed

Show me how...

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider

Lookin' like a girl interrupted

Ride or die in my arms or inside my space shuttle

Up in BK, out of your way, poppin' champagne

Time to get it poppin' like bubbles

Promise I could be more subtle (Right...)

But time was of the essence, couldn't waste another second

Jesus brought me to ya, I couldn't waste another blessin'

Let me be your latté, wake you up through ***in'

***** is love drunk, come chug like freshman

Know you graduated but you still can learn a lesson

Climb up, work down, go left

Turn around for a cheat code wreckin'

Mama raised me better, or whatever

But them see through clothes make amnesia more present

And since you ain't really got questions

No more second guessin', the solution is my bedroom

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider

Tell me what we're really here for

Do you know? Do you know now?

I been gettin' so high wonderin' when I'll be sober

Wonder when It's all over

Do you stay, Do you go down?

Either way I'ma roll out

Every stage gettin' sold out

So many voices in my head

I can't think straight cause it's so loud

Do you know, do you know how?

I've been spendin' my time

Thinkin' about Winona

My lil' Mona Lisa Bonet, I thought I told ya

You shine like solar panels

These hoes can't hold a candle

Too hot to handle—so lit

Got me runnin' through a whole damn zip...

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider

Let's roll it! Ay—

And get higher, higher

Winona, yeah, she a rider, rider