Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? The game's fucked up Niggas' beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin' The bigger question is how the Russians did it It was written like Nas, but it came from Quentin At the mercy of a game where the codes is missin' When the CEO's blinded by the glow it's different Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks Shit, remember Will Smith won the first Grammy? And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie" So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy 'Cause I'm 'posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh) Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out Tom Brady'd you niggas, I had to scramble out They be ridin' these waves, I pulled my sandals out Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route Oh, now it's okay to kill Baby Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour Flash without the fire Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can't retire Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar? Shit, I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire Now who do you admire? Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience Them prices ain't real without inflation I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it See through it, neck, igloo it Habla en español, I "y tu" it Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers I'll ensure that you gettin' every gram from us Let's cram numbers, easily The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E How could you ever right these wrongs When you don't even write your songs? But let us all play along We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on Push I do, so, yeah Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me? I'm gone

I bet if we kissed, it wouldn't be bad And I bet my hand fits right in your hand And we could share popcorn at the movies Watch the brand-new Spiderman Argue about Tom versus Andrew over FaceTime 'til 3 a.m But here I go again Safer to dream through a screen in my bed 'Cause I always want what I can't have I think that you're perfection, oh, my bad You're probably a projection of who I want you to be And what does it mean about me? If in the minute that you say, "yes" That's the same minute I second guess Like I'm skin and bones with nothing in between I guess bein' in love is not for me (Mm-hmm) is not for me (Mmm-hmm, mm-hmm) I bet in two months we would be done It would be two weeks of tears for a minute of fun Until there's nothing in the center of my balled up rubber band I'd say there's nothing in the shows except a boy playing a man But here I go again Already over before it begins 'Cause I always want what I can't have I think that you're perfection, oh, my bad You're probably a projection of who I want you to be And what does it say about me? If in the minute that you say, "Yes" That's the same minute I second guess Like I'm skin and bones with nothing in between I guess bein' in love, is not for me Is not for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm) It's not for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo Always comin', comin' back to you I never had you, so I guess I couldn't lose you I'm good enough for your 911's But you bring her for all the fun Guess to you, I'm not the one To show up for all the good times When I go to bed, you make her coffee I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me She gets your last, but I got your first, "Please" I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna hear it (Don't say it, they're in spirit) So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX And you talk about your ex So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left And I feel like an idiot I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit 'Cause honestly that's more of a stop So-so-so next time, go call a cab Resting your head upon my chest How God knows I tried my best How many people are there left Until I get to the good times? Last time I tried, I lost it, Jesus Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces I wonder why, I still need this I still need this So-so-sometimes I pick you up from LAX And you talk about your ex So-so-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left And I feel like an idiot I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit 'Cause honestly that's more of a stop So-so-so next time, go call a cab I go to bed, take me in pieces You're makin' coffee, I lost it, Jesus She gets your last, but damn, I don't need this I don't need this Sometimes I pick you up from LAX And that's what I regret Next time, I won't even call you back Go call a cab