Astro (feat. Frank Ocean)

I said, **** be taking life too serious

That's why my music take lives, uh, period

Mellow hype, things independent, free mind pyramids

Breaking walls down, never a black hawk down, oh

They put a label on me but I see they're all clowns

That's why I taught English and think fast

Feel my words through the ink's last letter

Which'll never turn his back, back catcher

I grab extra magazines I'm in to remind me of the places I've been to

Returning to visit again, me and my fucking friends

Before I hit the stage, I clench my microphone until my fist hurt

Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first

For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme that shit's worth

Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental ways

Dental place in my jaw for spitting raw just because

I like to floss my talent

Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's

And rock out with my cock out

Like, who this kid think he is?

It's just something I've seen Prince do, it's true

No matter what, I'm showing up

Who gives a flying floating fuck what people say or think?

'Cause end of the day, start of the day

They all said, we wouldn't get here anyway

You blink and Wolf Gang's in this bitch

When I was a kid, I wanted to be just like you

When I grew up, when I, when I grew up

Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times

Hoping one day it blew up, so me and my **** could shine

I got three quarters and about ten dimes

You can't split them tens up 'cause both these corners are mine

Let's fucking celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate

We made it, we made it, we made it and you hating

'Cause we made it and we made it

And that is not an understatement, oh

I put that on the people that I stay with

Live day to day with, tour bus is a slave ship

**** worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc

We must be misbehaving

But the fans love it, they get the subject

**** claim to be rappers but don't fulfill the substance

Fucking rubbish, I'll dust quick

Nothing to fuck with, I've got my hands on balls like my nuts itch

Think I'm a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's

And rock out with my cock out

Like, who this kid think he is?

It's just something I've seen Prince do, it's true

No matter what, I'm showing up

Who gives a flying floating fuck what people say or think?

'Cause end of the day, start of the day

They all said, we wouldn't get here anyway

You blink and Wolf Gang's in this bitch

I remember I first played tricks on my web shit

He fronted on it like

Nah, that shit'll never work

It's like, what?

Family

These two wrists are mine

I had to make them gold

You gotta let me shine

If you're a friend of mine

Ask any friend of mine

I'll never block your glow

Won't curb your high

We be in a place they never been

Hella Benz for the hell of it

In Paris, Paris, Paris

White wings on desert sand

Flying over the Taliban probably

We be in a place they never been

Hella Benz for the hell of it

In Paris, Paris, Paris

White wings on desert sand

Flying over the Taliban probably