text: I might need me some ventilation, a little vacation
  Californication, might redefine new renovations
  Space coupe, back out of the space station
  Float around town, do that on the daily
  How Im supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent 
  Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated 
  Yeah, spendin all my time up there getting faded 
  Yeah, handin out that E! to the Entertainment 
  Yeah, you know Im the saddest poppin and its dangerous 
  Ridin through the clouds, we goin through the vapors 
  Im just tryin to get that paper, stayin out the papers 
  It aint easily done, it aint easy 
  Pop a seal like its Chris, make it look Breezy 
  Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing 
  Throw them bands, get a kiss, then she leave me 
  I just want the peace, its still Lambo over Mercedes 
  Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yeah 
  Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo mama 
  Had some real conversations with my nigga, Bill, about Congress, yeah 
  We at the fest, come and link, per request, yeah 
  Send a pin, drop it in, GPS 
  Seein flashes, oh nah-nah, thats my neck 
  I been livin paranoid, watch yo step 
  Aint never freein up, an never let yall, man
  We always forgive, but dont forget easily 
  Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
  Life is just a maze, going through my phases 
  I might need me some ventilation, a little vacation
  Californication, might redefine new renovations
  Space coupe back out of the space station
  If it rise on the east, land on the west
  We gon make that shit pop, bust it for a check
  Call the plays, link the squad, we gon make a catch
  We gon go NFL, we gon intercept