text: Rollin, rollin, rollin, got me stargazin 
  Sippin on p, feelin like the Barre Baby 
  Whatever I downed, it got me goin crazy 
  Psychedelics got me goin crazy 
  I was hot as hell out in the hat 
  Then a st came in and saved my life
  Head up to the sky, down on my knees 
  Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
  In the nighttime 
  This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
  All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
  Hmm, hmm,
  Stop tryna be God, God
  Is it the complex of the saint
  Thats keepin you so, so, so still?
  Is it a coat of old paint
  Thats peelin every day against our will?
  Is it too long since the last
  Open conversation you had? Oh, no
  And did you see the void in the past?
  And can you ever see it comin back?
  Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
  Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
  At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
  Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupes
  This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
  Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
  Had to hit my old town to duck the news
  Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
  Now its 4 AM and Im back up poppin with the crew
  I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
  Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits
  And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
  Some—some—some, someone said
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  Pl—pl—playin for keeps, dont play us for weak 
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  Pl—pl—playin for keeps, dont play us for weak
  No, no, no, no, no
  This shit way too formal, yall know I don’t follow suit
  Stacey Dash, most of these girls a got a clue
  All of these  I made off records I produced
  I might take all my exes and put em all in a group
  Hit my esés, I need the bootch
  Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
  Told her hop in, you comin too
  In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke
  Had to slop the top off, its just a roof, uh
  She said where we goin? I said the moon
  We aint even make it to the room
  She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool
  Now I got her open, its just the Goose
  Who put this shit together? Im the glue
  Someone said
  Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
  Someone said
  Pl—playin for keeps
  Someone said, mother—someone said
  Dont play us for weak
  Rest in peace the queen of soul, Aretha Franklin, ASTROWORLD number one, right now, VMAs, make some noise!
  Yessir!