V / R Lyrics

Okay

Keep it old-school, running with the Tommy gun

Looking like you wanting some, you not my son

Ain't no Kangaskhan

Okay

No excuses with no bizarre reasons

Getting in the car, we gone

Look at how far we've come

Had to see it in a new light

Looking through this oculus

Everything, I do right

Isn't it so obvious?

I'm possibly a god, oh shit

Got power at my fingertips

Don't mean that on no racist shit

Just in case it wasn't obvious, but look

Create my world, I got it to a T

Everything purple

Mix and matching, no limit to picking at it

Shit is surgical

I got diamonds and pearls, a house on the beach

Drawing perfect circles

No lefts or rights, got my head held high

I keep it vertical

Always sweater weather like Earl

Smoking on some burkle

Good vibes only

Only getting in if you often merciful

Give this empty template a swirl

Don't even gotta be verbal

Living in paradise

It's too bad this shit is virtual

Woah, woah

Yeah, yeah

It's too

It's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad

This shit is virtual

Woah, woah

Yeah, yeah

It's too

It's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad

This shit is virtual

Woah, woah

It's too

It's too

It's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad

This shit is virtual

Woah, woah

Yeah, yeah

It's too

It's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad

This shit is virtual

Woah, woah

Yeah, yeah

It's too bad, this shit is virtual

Woah, woah

Yeah, yeah

Keep it how it is 'cause I don't have a choice

Stuck with this Yaris, I'd rather have a Rolls-Royce

Shit, at least I got a car

Count my blessings 'cause they keep me employed

On my lonesome, I'm so counterproductive

It's self-destructive against my conscience

And if I'm honest, I am hardly ever honest

Third straight day wearing this white shirt

Maybe if I changed, it would fix the hurt that I have

But that sound like it's a lot of work

Been this way like my entire life, it lurks in my past

Trynna underdog like Dirk with the Mavs

Actually, that sounds like that's a lot of work, so

I'm cool with having just two friends

One of them is my dog

Mind made up, I got off the fence

Cool with wherever this journey ends

No turning 'round, if we hit a dead end

We kicking it here with the frogs, yeah

They—They the homies now

I'm still smoking so the high never ends

If I drink, fuck it, I guess I'm getting crossed

Told myself I would never lose myself again

I'm actually back where we cut these loose ends

Been thinking about if it's worth a full send

Or a tragedy gradually working it's way to reality

Never forget, this is reality

This shit's reality

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Never forget

This is reality, this shit's reality, this shit's reality

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Never forget

This is reality, this shit's reality, this shit's reality

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Never forget

This is reality, this shit's reality, this shit's reality

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

This is reality

Never forget, never forget, never forget

Nah