Outlander

[Verse 1] Not catchy or decisive Don't know if I know how to write a hook Might need to drop some acid To drop my album and write a book Maybe do 'shrooms and Get big, muscle up my hubris Turn the lights down 'fore I get lucid And crack your Koopa shell, stupid I'm high score, one up Don Glover, the come up Girls don't want to touch But in a few years, it becomes a bum rush I got that "don't touch" sign A work of art behind a velvet rope Jean-Michels and Picassos and Warhols, I'm hella dope So thanks ho Stand back and admire me Never let a bird fly with me And you ain't half as high as me Never tried the leaves You don't even try, just leave Won't bother with goodbyes, ya bitch Teen girls with hookah pens Shut your mouth and write some shit Suck in clouds and vine the shit Hashtag, everyone finds the clip On Instagram Every pic, puckered lips like a kissing cam Like I was at the game, except I don't give a damn Cause when the ball's in my court, I always deliver jams