He was a lost boy with rhythm, heart broke, sighs risen. Look at the stars, it's all written. Just hold the applause, I'm just kidding. Started with it. It's not hot enough in the kitchen, they sayin' it's it. I guess I'm the one thinkin' different, I'm slick with it. A lot of change, man, I'm slick brickin', I don't pivot. I'm like Pippin, hittin' six wishes in six seconds. Autonomous, whippin' while whole colonies of poverty stricken. Young niggas ain't stoppin' or drippin'. The way I dribble the rock, they gotta watch how the rocks are glistening. Like diamonds, ancestors fightin', we're colonists. Know your history, inherit the confidence. It's apparent and obvious, I'm the young KRS-ian provenance. In this air that we're breathin', it's consciousness. Every lyric is prominent. Just another cold morning in Paris, I know. I wish I was takin' you home, but I ain't takin' the love train no more. You don't care about me and it's tough, girl, and I'm tryna feel your love, but I'm not fucked up enough. Man, what a pity, New York City lights glow. How many times I gotta tell you, niggas, I'm home? Girl, I ain't finna lie, you gorgeous. We should go to Malibu, let's go to Florence. Rainbow, why your aura? Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a Taurus. Another plane, she an explorer. I'm drinkin' and I'm tellin' her things I'm not sure of. Cancun to Agora, couldn't find more of her. Baby, baby, we endin' our month in Bora Bora. All this time and you're still on my mind and you know. Girl, I ain't tryna leave, I'll be right back. That's a crib without a top, need a night cap. I'm just lookin' at the stars from her path. I'm serious, A&B with you, the lyrics all facts. They pop off, you tell them relax. I drop off the bars and dash, let the sun set in the back. In the boys' light, it's a feather effect. At least we can be together, not forever, but if we could fly through a pink sky, we would never come back. It's another cold morning in Paris, I know. I wish I was takin' you home, but I ain't takin' the long train no more. You don't care about me and it's tough, girl. And I'm tryna feel your love, but I'm not fucked up, I know. Man, what a pity, New York City lights glow. How many times I gotta tell you, niggas? I'm a seventeen years old. At Cartier, we had a cop floatin' in my room. You make me feel like I'm a astronaut. Niggas mad, how I acrobat the vocabulary. And they wack, these facts ain't that. And I end up in them back with the math raps, like a boy invented the abacus. Less of a rapper, more of a strategist. Gotta know that money can't buy happiness. You gotta have a long haul. I'm stonin' the hills, throwin' up charcoal. Shit ain't changed, nigga. I'm still the saddest kid up in the game. Think about you, girl, I do that every day. Thoughts I was havin' blew that shit away. When I call you, I just don't wanna say. Just another cold morning in Paris, I know. I wish I was takin' you home, but I ain't takin' the long train no more. You don't care about me, and it's tough, girl. And I'm tryna feel your love, but I'm not fucked up, I know. Man, what a pity, New York City lights glow. How many times I gotta tell you, niggas? I'm home. I don't know. I wish I could say that for you, too. Three shots, don't drink, drive quick. When I walk by, you'll be right. I'm a cop, and you do the math, but the world is tough, so it's too late. So close, you ain't doin' it right, but I couldn't care less. Girl, I don't smoke, and you do the work for me. I ain't broke, but I'm rich, and that's what got me. I don't wanna die, but I don't wanna cry, but I know. Fuck those inconsistencies, and make me say that I just can't stop. Think about you, girl, I do that every day. Baby, go lie in my pillow, see me cry all night, make peace with who I try. I never got to say goodbye, I'm somewhere in the sky, singing twisted lullabies.