[ Intro ]
Baby Lion Goes
Where The Islands Go
[ Verse 1 ]
You Say You Never Saw This Comin'
Well You're Not Alone
Million Dollar Renovations
To A Happy Home
My Ex Says She Gave Me
The Best Years Of Her Life
I Saw A Recent Picture Of Her
I Guess She Was Right
I Wake Up, Assessin' The Damages
Checkin' MediaTakeOut
Pictures Of Me Drunk Walkin'
Out With A Bitch
But It's Blurry Enough To Get The Fake Out
I Wake Up, All Veggies No Eggs
I Hit The Gym, All Chest No Legs
Yep, Then I Made Myself A Smoothie
Yeah, Then Me And Wifey Make A Movie
Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis To Chicago
Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, uh, oh
You Had Me Drivin' Far Enough To Switch The Time Zone
You Was The Best Of All Time At The Time Though
Yeah, You Wasn't Mine Though
[ Hook ]
But I Still Drove 30 Hours
And I, I Still Drove 30 Hours To You
[ Verse 2 ]
I Remember Rappin' For Jay And Cam
Young Producer Just Trying To Get His Flows Off
I Remember Being Nervous To Do Victoria Secret
'Til I Pictured Everybody With Their Clothes Off
Expedition Was Eddie Bauer Edition
I'm Drivin' With No Winter Tires In December
Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt Like A Private School For Women
Then I Get There And All The Popeye's Is Finished, Girl
You Don't Love Me, You Just Pretendin'
I Need That Happy Beginnin', Middle And Endin'
Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis To Chicago
It's Gettin' Hot In Here, That's All That I Know
Got A Hotel Room, 3 Stars For You
You Call Down For An Omelet
Girl It's 5 In The Morning
You Realize We At The DoubleTree, Not The Aria
Only Thing Open Is Waffle House, Girl Don't Start With Me
I Used The Western Union For You Like It's No Prob
Cause You Was In College Complainin' About It's No Jobs
But You Were Suckin' A Nigga Dick The whole Time
Well I Guess A Blowjob's Better Than No Job
[ Hook ]
And I Drove Back 30 Hours
[ Verse 1 ]
Pablo Pablo Not Talking Picasso
Nigga Talking Bout That Yay
You Put In Yo Nostril
Southside Trap Shit I'm Talking Chicago
Turn A One Bedroom
Into A Fucking Brothel
When I Met Her Man
She Had A Vendetta
Her Feelings Too Cold
For Cashmere Sweaters
Brought Her Margielas
And It Made Friends Jealous
Cause They Secretly Wanna
Fuck On A Good Fella
Tried To Mold Her She Ain't Wanna Fallow
Even Brought Her Red Bottoms
To Quite Her Holler
Now We Arguing To Much
I Need A Better Bitch
Her Friend Told Me To Buy
A Purse To Settle It
I Pulled Up In A Benz
She Was Hella Llit
Sophisticated Took Her Out Her Element
Bitches Saying I'm Arrogant
I Got Bricks Out The Sherton
On The Road Dodging Sheriff's
With A Trunk Full Of Heroin
Drove Thirty Hours
For That Dirty Powder
Sat It On The Kitchen Counter
Shit Looking Like Flower
Cleaning Up Drug Money
That's A Dirty Shower
All She Wanted Was Fendi
But Shit I Brought Her Flowers
Valentine Valentine Bottom Line
I Can Tell That She Thirsty
Searching For Dollar Signs
But I'm Married To The Game
Without A Prenup
My Boots I Put My Feet Up
She Said That She Leaving
I Said Good Riddens
Studio Apartment
Bitch Ain't Even Have A Kitchen
A Nigga Been A Star
But She Ain't Have No Vision
She Was Mentally Broke
She Couldn't Pay Attention
I Gave Her Ass A Stack
To Fix The Transmission
Now She All In Her Feelings
Mine's Is In Remission
She Said He Was Her Cousin
But I Caught Em Kissing
Sent A Couple Of Shots
Had Em Running Like Emmit
I Fuck Em And Leave Em
Shit I Gotta Get It
I'm Traveling Everywhere
She On Her Pivot
Fucking Models And Brussels
Eating Calms And Muscles
Balling Out Like I'm Russell
Now She Wish I Could Cuff Her
