Breakdown

I'm doing yoga, stretching it, pep in my step and shit

Inhale, exhale in the movement, lately the only

Way I be ending my day is to take a mat and then lay on it

Wake and think on what you grateful for

Well, today I woke up and ain't in a coma

As simple as that, intuition in tact

And she wanna know what I'm thinking of

Okay, I'm thinking of me and you getting out

I'm thinking next year get a bigger house

My homies did stretches, they sit 'em down

They been at home, but they different now

Any moment sentimental now

When you with the **** who was missing out

I was blessed I had the city out

Asking show promoters, "What's the ticket count?"

Do tadasana, just to talk ya

I'm an introvert but I'm popular, how the optics look?

My only goal was to keep my momma out of her pocketbook

Look at me and said, "Take a chance"

Take a chance

Like a barber with shaky hands

Shaky hands

We ain't did shit, but it's her plan to

Thank you in advance

What's really going on? (Huh?)

She wanna get me on the phone (Mm)

Where the fit come from? It's a mystery

I mean, really, I don't know

She went through hella shit alone

She want to play a couple songs

Made her say

I wanna know what I need you for

I wanna know what I need you for

Isn't this all the same?

What I heard her complain

She said, "I wanna know what I need you for

Baby, tell me what I need you for"

I know you do

What do I got to prove?

Because I wanna know

Baby, I wanna know you too

Gold chain on Darryl Dawkins

Leveled up like one of the final bosses

She wanna link like the sources, on research for her courses

I'm Godzilla on the Empire State

Westside Wizard, we're en route

They hear me loud and clear now

Ball in my court, call a ISO clear out

My uncles got beer guts, I don't fear much

I'm dipped like french toast sticks and syrups

Walk like I'm in the league

I made a winery outta hydrants in the street

Like Christ, I'd wash my enemies' feet

Let 'em step wrong and they amputees

Cash in hand or it'll be a casualty

So I'm running up the band like an athlete

But carefully, no man is a God

Fall short to creator like Khaled streams

She let me explore her like Sacajawea

While she was off a sack of weed

Still treated her like majesty

Accolades aren't tracked by a magazine

Twenty-one questions she asking me

Yet she still wanna know one more thing

What's really going on? (Huh?)

She wanna get me on the phone (Mm)

Where the fit come from? It's a mystery

I mean, really, I don't know

She went through hella shit alone

She want to play a couple songs

Made her say

I wanna know what I need you for

I wanna know what I need you for

Isn't this all the same?

What I heard her complain

She said, "I wanna know what I need you for

Baby, tell me what I need you for"

I know you do

What do I got to prove?

Because I wanna know

Baby, I wanna know you, too