If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While I was gone I would have asked you It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me So we could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown I parkеd my car right between the Methodist And thе school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known We could call it even Even though I'm leavin' And I'll be yours for the weekend 'Tis the damn season We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown It always leads to you in my hometown

(Who nigga, ayy) Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" (uh huh) Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (fuck lurkin' in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how to crank it up I'm a East Memphis native I pull up and then degrade him (uh huh) I'm willing and able, I'll stand on top of your table (nigga) I won't tell a fable why you bitches be so playful (huh) I won't let you play tho', Ball the ball just like Play-doh, huh (nigga) You was in my way hoe (bitch), I'mma shake her just like Fabo (Fabo) This bitch think she J-Lo, this bitch never had a halo (had a halo) I'm busy today so I can't chill 'til three, damn nympho Then pull up to my kinfolk we smoke One two three four ten more, you bitch Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up (uh huh) Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (on the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (bitch, in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how To crank it up, nigga hush, you bitch

Go to Akina this Saturday Find some punk with in a FD People say is the fastest on Akagi And beat the fire outta him You see me smoking blunts over horizons I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving Motor on and engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it Bitch I be so fresh, they think lil' Ian came to style it See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains When she lay up on me she feel doubtless She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit You see a hundred million men but who counting I pulled up 240 'cause that's just the way my style is Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn me 'bout the mountains I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it