Pay The Guard

Okay, this ain’t no College album, playboy

This is a professional album

Fuckin’ LeBron James, Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, all this

You ain’t fucking with me, Wilt Chamberlain

I got like 20,000 bitches

You call the cops on me

Just remember when times were better for Coco Beach

Making love on catamarans that the rich folks keep

Suntan, hand in hand on Spring Break week

Peace

I told you

I told you

I showed you

There’s a needle in the sky

And a holding on the air

I told you

I told you

I showed you

Kneel down in the creek

I fell down

Dark clouds, but I’m tall proud

Down on, take ours, on a half-pound

Of sad love

Cause it’s a day’s ride, just a day’s ride mama

It’s just the day is right, it’s just the day’s right sugar

Did you call me when you could’ve?

I’m gonna have to pay the guard

Going to have to pay the guard

Runaway

(I’m sorry mama)

Where the lights feel bright

(But I guess I couldn’t wear that crown

All this drama gon’ break us down)

I told you

I told you

I showed you

(Our loves the same

But we ride the waves

Cause these hurricanes...)

There’s a needle in the sky

(Where we can be safe, live our lives, side in side, right?)

I told you

I told you

I showed you

I would’ve payed ya

Staged your love, cartoon love, feather-low love

But there is nothing more

For me to join you on

For me to deploy you on

I employ you honey

Runaway

(I’m sorry mama)

Where the lights feel bright

(But I guess I couldn’t wear that crown

All this drama gon’ break us down)

I told you

I told you

I showed you

(Our loves the same

Where we ride the waves

Cause these hurricanes...)

There’s a needle in the sky

And a holding on the air

(Where we can be safe, live our lives, side in side)

I told you

I told you

I showed you