I got youngins on my line
Threatening to tell on me
The say it's gon' be fine
Oh, but here's the recipe
I see them, they see me
They lookin' at my body
They perceive I'm witty
And better than their man be
Their best friend, their yogi
Their everything that's holy
But they don't know me
They see me, I see them
I think that they look handsome
Their asses, and titties
Are better than their friend's is
We're joking, we're laughing
And straight up, we're romancing
Hm, it's interesting
Now we texting and shit
Oh yeah, what you like to eat?
Oh you say Ruth's Chris
Oh shit, what you like to drink?
Henny's what I like to drink
Tequila's what you like to drink?
Well shit, let's do se do
With like both of those
And now my nose in your camel toe
Moving, way to fast
Now I'm, grabbing ass
And you, getting gassed
But hold up, I'm not your man
Shit, I got a girl
I thought you knew
Remember way back, when I had told you
Back when we was in whole foods

I can feel it, Fade
Add, add, add, add, add, add
Add a little sugar, whoo
And honeysuckle lambs
I feel it, Fade

Now our texts getting shorter
You can't seem to answer, you got shit get in order
I can't seem to care cuz fuck them bitches embroidered
Been that way ever since Carter 2 had been ordered
Look, that ain't no excuse, and I know it
The truth is that I miss you, but I really can't show it
The reason why I diss you is cuz you've gotten spoiled
But now this is the end of it, I gotta be loyal
Now everybody in this bitch should be doing the holy ghost
For every single text that you left alone in the cold
I ain't saying that it's cool, I'm just saying that's how it go
And shout out to the shawties that let a young nigga go
I guess, you couldn't hack it
I tried to give you the plans, but you couldn't map it
I know this shit ain't too funny, but I be laughing
That's all you can do these days, cuz shit is tragic
Look, the older I get, the less colder I get
Cuz I'm noticing that these youngins ain't going for shit
I'm telling you this
They're not gonna miss
They be seeing everything like an optometrist
They be psychoanalyzing
The mileage on your Mazda
The way that you hit reply
And the way you make your deposits
The ways in which you be laughing
When you and your homie capping
Shit, this shit is magic, I'm telling you

I can feel it, Fade
Add, add, add, add, add, add
Add a little sugar, whoo
And honeysuckle lambs
I can feel it, Fade

I feel it, Fade