Bend Ya (feat. Frank Ocean, Kendrick Lamar, Shawn Chrys & Jah-Free)

Fingazz on the track

Bendin' you

Oh, I'm bendin', bendin', bendin', bendin' you, oh yeah

A permanent euphoria, every day is the shit

Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch

Rappin', it made me rich, money give me the women

Money, we just be throwin' it, women, they just be bendin'

All my girls fly like they all flight attendants

Ten cent, picky as fuck, she gotta look innocent

Since sin the center of this whole fuckin' industry

Ain't no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be

Is it out of pocket to say I like the attention?

Not to mention, you don't even know how high I've been gettin'

Experimentin', 'cause it's different, changin', growin'

Leanin' and smokin', rollin', makin' music, listenin' to no one, I'm on

One, twenty years old, world in my palms

Bent, that's why I'm shaded up, lookin' so calm

Givin' you the world from my point of view

A true B-Day mobbin' Dannon boy, that's what I'm supposed to do

All these spoons in my kitchen, they (Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)

Bend you up and bend you back down

All the girls in my bedroom, they (Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)

Bend you in and bend you back out

All the rules to this game around (Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, I bend)

Bendin' you, bendin' you (Bend, I bend, I bend, bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, I bend)

Bendin' you

Uh, soon as I enter

I put a hurtin' on it, if I don't kill it, she injured

For a long time, summer, spring and winter

Fall for anything, you clumsy-ass ****

Jumpin' off the boat in some '87 locs

She's seen them hundred spokes and then that woman spoke

But I don't talk back, I put my life on tracks

If that don't work, put your wife on track

Show me where the candle wax, it must be you

Because I burn right through everything y'all do

High octane when I bring my last name, uh

Mr. Lamar, AKA The Cash King, uh

Quicker than pre-cum, won't you give her a reason

To not meet up with me, like a vegan

Psst, goddamn, I'm the fuckin' man

She said fuck her man, now she fuck with Mann

All these spoons in my kitchen, they (Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)

Bend you up and bend you back down

All the girls in my bedroom, they (Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)

Bend you in and bend you back out

All the rules to this game around (Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, I bend)

Bendin' you, bendin' you, bendin' you (Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, bend, I bend, I bend, I bend, I bend)

Bendin' you

She is the last straw, I bend her and slip slow

My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low

Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district of red lights

Prostitutes and rich ****, just a recipe for long nights

Shake well, and oh, they do

I'm layin' next to some girl who, last night, showed me things I never knew, now

Either I'm bending space or I'm just bent and spacing

I put my heart on tracks, but it's 4 a.m. and that shit's still racing

One bed, two girls, three way, four times

My shame came off with their clothes, it's paradise of the mind

Absolut Vodka mixed with absolute freedom

I'm meetin' my darker side and it's a pleasure just to meet him

I'm thinkin' while puffin' and writin' while fuckin'

Yesterday's gone and tomorrow ain't comin'

If Tamara ain't cummin', that's the name that she told me

But when you hit this level, every first name is phony, but

Here, the air tastes better

Weed is more potent and girls seem wetter

Days are a haze, drinks just stronger

Nocturnal ****, these nights seem longer

I'm only here for one night, it's Disneyland for a man

White girls, blue kush, red lights, American in Amster-damn