Foolish

Room spinning, room spinning
Who’s winning, who’s winning
Never singing, never singing
Always singing, always missing
At bat, no cap
Just hit the dab
Just smoked the pack now I can’t see straight (no)

Never really ran with the cool kids
I was a nerd I could prove it
Insta kid with the cool pics
Few day ones, made sure they knew it

Sure, might be a second till I blow up, blow up, blow up
No, nobody tell me I don’t show up, show up, show up

Went to rehab, got out, came back to society
They told me rest in peace, you don’t need homies, homie, you need these
Just some songs you can bop to
No bitch can stop you

If I don’t keep at running all this sucker shit gon’ cost you

So
Stop it with the Foolish shit (x8)

Always looking for the next way to hit a lick
Got the chick that you wanna call babe up on my dick
She be riding, spinning, learning, college-ing and all that shit
You know who I’m riding with, I know who you hiding with

We step up to the party
Dressed up, yeah we tardy
But a motherfucker wanna stunt, and a little baby wanna cut
So we out here breaking necks and getting checks and dreaming of the private jets
We stay obsessed, yeah, you know
It ain’t no flex

Went to rehab got out came back to society
They told me rest in peace, you don’t need homies, homie, you need these
Just some songs you can bop to
No bitch can stop you

If I don’t keep at running all this sucker shit gon’ cost you

So
Stop it with the Foolish shit (x8)