Sweaters ft. Dayt!me

It's the brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen

Haven't sent a letter since I plucked out a feather it's

Really for the better, bitch, am I lying? I be tense

Squinting through my fucking lens, 20/20 split to 10's

I be careful with who I call a friend, take full offense

Homie saw a dragon, so I learned to never chase bends

Need a taste of the j to feel great, but not a healthy craving

It's the same plant that I preach fucking saved me

All the crazy girls wanna motherfucking date me

Self esteem high, but my soul could never save me

Lemme rest my head and let the lucid dreams take me

Rock a bye baby, not a baby, tearing up, nigga, maybe