Elata

Don't get me started on'em tokes, took a lot of those

My medulla off a beat, it's seen a lot of smoke

But my mental transcendental, that's just how it goes

Cause I carry convos with a lot of hoes

Swiping and liking, I'm on that tinder app

Sending all my tunes, but they tell me, they ain't into rap

Eager to inform you that's it different, It's melodic trap

Sorry baby, never mind, have a day and keep your snap

So I whip my phone and lay my head, I finna dream

In the south, in a lamb and the color cream

I got a passenger aboard, raise my self-esteem

Turn my head to the right and I see my queen