ELEMENT ft. Kashew Lyrics

Out of my element, goin' to heaven, man, callin' the reverend

Bet I been stuck in your head, no credit, no debit, man

Bet you I'm gettin' my check from my pen You better be makin' amends

You better pull up in the Benz You better be thinkin' of bands

You better be thick in the pants

That chick wanna flick cause you know she a fan

You were just a walkin, you know that I ran Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant

Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant Smokin' a pack, you know I'm the man

Fell in my lap and front of my hands Turnin' your back, I don't understand

Guessin' it wasn't a part of the plan Dude, actin' like my talent came out of can

Talkin' to me, I put you in a trance I let him, he message him like I'm a letterman

Smokin' a pack, you know I had to think first, but I know that I'll manage it

First one here, that's why I'm ahead of it Know it's my year, you know that I'm gettin' it

Gettin' the bread like Hansel and Gretel Goth boy hot like pots in a kettle

Gotta break free like dogs in a kennel This shit gettin' better and better and better

I'm countin' my bread up cause I got my head up

You know it's the meta, you know it's the meta You know it's the meta

Look, I don't wanna be a crook I just wanna make 'em look

Whippin' chicken in the kitchen like a cook Man, I got him shook, I'm all good

Cause I know that I'm just out of my, out of my

Out of my element, goin' to heaven, man Callin' the reverend, Bitch I been stuck in your head

No credit, no debit, man Bet you I'm gettin' my check from my pen

You better be makin' amends You better pull up in a Benz

You better be thinkin' of bands You better be thick in them pants

That chick wanna flick cause you know she a fan You were just walkin, you know that I ran

Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant

I need a, I need a, I need a, I need a bitch named Anita

And I need some checks Layin' back in my two-seater

I do not need to flex Kevin Durant, like I'm on the net

Shoot her a glance, shoot her a text Ja like Morant, you know what's next

Shootin' the cam, it's too complex Ayy, she wanna check the amount

What's in my account? Tell me what you all about

I got the route, I'm plannin' it out I'm drownin, I'll drip in drought

It's no doubt You got the fire, I'm puttin' it out

I got the fire, I'm in it right now Nothing can stop me, I'm up in the clouds

I'm rainin' down, dodgin' the clout Are you at the top, are you comfortable

You didn't know I was gon' come for you You goin' down, and I'm comin' up

Two middle fingers, you double-fucked

Up on my luck, out of my element

And they know what's up, yeah

Out of my element, goin' to heaven, man Callin' the reverend

Bitch I been stuck in your head, no credit, no debit, man

Bet you I'm gettin' my check from my pen You better be makin' amends

You better pull up in that benz You better be thinkin' of bands

You better be thick in them pants That chick wanna flick

Cause you know she a fan You were just walkin, you know that I ran

Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant Straight to the rack, I'm Kevin Durant

Bitch, I'm Kevin Durant Damn, bruh, we just hit it late