CHILD LIKE WHIMSY Lyrics

Ayy yo, give it up for my white boy

Ayy yo, huh, yeah, what, yo, what

It's Big T and that mothafucka Yeah Boy

Ayy yeah, huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah

Finna paralyze niggas with a ghost gun

Bullets is non-traceable, made from animal anus

Gunpowder looking Congolese, Cape Verdean

Dinner plate with your mama eating chicken nuggets

With honey, the spices make her tummy ache

Will Robinson, I cause brain trauma

When you in outer space, scavenging gun on a person's lip like Contra

You popping pills like Dr. Mario

I was open like time capsule

In the brain, now she got her hands on me like a Telfar satchel

Love organic and natural

Loving my lady like it's one lifetime, it's factual

Back at the store, privileged

Like my uncle, head of the kitchen

I get the table for myself

That's where I spent the lonely Christmases

My favorite memory gotta be shooting Roman candles on the beach

Like Childlike Whimsy

Adult life got me dizzy

It's so overwhelming

Yeah, adult life got me dizzy

It's so overwhelming, shout out to my white boy

Childlike Whimsy, yeah