Trap Santana, though
Yeah-yeah, ugh

It's the age we pay for our past shit-yeah, yeah
Never thought you'd settle for average-no, no
Heard your baby daddy a has-been, yeah, yeah
Why the fuck you keep going back, then? No, no
Must've thought about me in traffic-yeah, yeah
Must've noticed I'm in my bag, then-yeah, yeah
No, my shawty cannot be average-no, no
Don't you hit me and tell me, tap in (ugh)
Deep in your soul, it seems to grow
It means you know, you keep it low, shit
Deep in my phone, I creep, I scroll
I seen you go, I know this

It's déjà vu (oh, yeah)
It's déjà vu
It's déjà vu (ooh)
It's déjà vu

There ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill
We off that Henny mixed with chamomile
Wish we could jump from where we standing
'Til we land on another planet
And you know just how I feel, feel, feel
No, ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill
We off that Henny mixed with chamomile
Wish we could jump from where we standing
'Til we land on another planet
And you know just how I feel, feel, feel