The Season

[Verse 1]
Fuck if I get on, I'ma keep smoking
Hit me later on for some deep stroking
I've been writing songs just to keep coping
Check him every month, put a lease on it
Put a ring on it if you're married to it
Lifestyle of the rich and foolish
All my wives just become muses
All my dimes just become shooters

[Chorus]
She told me
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby, it's the season
Everybody's tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 2]
Fuck if I get rich, I still got my brothers
You ain't nothing new, you just singing covers
Don't carry the torch if they call my number
I probably live on, I don't use no rubbers
Summer '17, and it's hot than ever
Let's go to my spot, just got it together
I don't gotta lie, but I really do though
That's how we get taught, I'ma love my crew though

[Chorus]
So she said
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby, it's the season
Everybody's tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 3]
I'll be loyal baby, I swear I will be
If I step out of line, girl, it's still me
In a Audi, but I'm leaning like the Sun Impala
Acting boujee, girl I've never seen you at Met Gala
You a groupie, baby don't go blame it on ya momma
Plus a dude is basic, probably take you to Katana
Got beads in my bracelet, let me speak a little mantra
Fake it 'til you make it, that's the only way to prosper
I don't see the difference between trap or doctor
Used to see the priest as someone with nothing to offer
Lately I've been talking like I got a holy father
Really always felt like music kept from me a higher power
If I don't speak my mind it was just a wasted hour
All in line for line let the story be about us

[Outro]
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby, it's the season
Everybody's tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"