Tryna put it all in the track
Hold nothing back, go and caress that feeling (that's it)
We can fit it all in the back
Money, clothes, demons, angel city (that's it)
I like when it's still and slow, when the world's on hold, let the summer heal it (that's it)
I don't think I think too much, sometimes I drink too much, let it be my Achilles' heel
Fuck a deal, poppin' tears of fear
I gotta chill, let it in, let it breathe so still
It's too heavy

Money on my shoulders, this shit's too heavy, I can't take it (it's too heavy)
On my shoulders, on my shoulders, I look down but I'm still ready (I'm still ready)
If you lookin' at the city, then you see what we built (it's too heavy)
It's on my shoulders, on my shoulders, on my, ah, ah (it's too heavy)

Cook the water up, I got the streets hot and scorching
Went and hopped in that foreign, straight out the porch
Moving like a YN with a switch, torch
Got a mall in my closet, can't fly a sport
You can't see me, I'm rare like a UFO
I go private on islands, Geronimo
Spent an M on a whip, step it to the floor
Got 'em starstruck, I got 'em comatose
Spent a couple tickets on a bag
Chopped the Bugatti top, I do the dash
Chasing shit down with the switch, do you bad
She threw the fake, and they cappin' like glass
Snipin' the one that you love, yeah
Might take her down in the club, yeah
Step on her straight like a mutt, yeah
I'm leaving thots in the dust (that's it, that's it)

Tryna put it all in the track
Hold nothing back, go and caress that feeling (that's it)
We can fit it all in the back
Money, clothes, demons, angel city (that's it)
I like when it's still and slow, when the world's on hold, let the summer heal it (that's it, that's it)
I don't think I think too much, sometimes I drink too much, let it be my Achilles' heel (that's it)
On a seal, poppin' tears of fear (that's it, that's it)
I gotta chill, let it in, let it breathe in still (that's it, that's it)
Tryna put it all in the track
Hold nothing back, go and caress that feeling (that's it)
We can fit it all in the back
Money, clothes, demons, angel city (that's it)
I like when it's still and slow, when the world's on hold, let the summer heal it (that's it, that's it)
I don't think I think too much, sometimes I drink too much, let it be my Achilles' heel (that's it)
On a seal, poppin' tears of fear (that's it, that's it)
I gotta chill, let it in, let it breathe in still (that's it, that's it)

Go get 'em, Lean