Bucket List

[Intro: Saba]

Huh (Huh)

[Verse 1: Saba]

Skydiving, hoping my pilot land and my 'chute is good ('Chute is good)

And my show went well and my cheque about to go to the hood (Yuh)

If I die before I can make change, 'least I made a tape (Tape)

And I pray someday, you're inspired by it and make your way, look (Make your way)

It's some legends gone, so I'm paying homage, they paved the way (Way)

And them stars aligned, I know they be on, I bet they in space

I might buy a trailer, we taking this bitch across the states (Sab')

All aboard, it's just like the Green Line, we finally off the train (Ha)

Sole heir to the booth

You can let the fans take a vote

Get the bread, then take a loaf

I just put the work in, then take a load off

Got up out of bed like some toast

Wrote a bucket list and approached

Then they said, "That one," like my last one

And they been waiting since my last one

And look what happened, yeah, ayy

'Cause I meant it; if I doubt it, then I did it

If I caught it, then I dish it; how I started, how I finish

Show a hater that impossible's what we major

I cross another one off that paper (Ah), 'cause I don't believe in that caper

[Hook: Saba]

Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful

My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels

I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go

I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do

I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful

My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels

I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go

I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do, ugh

[Verse 2: Saba]

I'm mountain-climbing, that's never seen on this part of town (Ha)

Hot-air balloon on my wedding day, getting off the ground

If I'm back at school, should I commute? Maybe try the dorms? (Dorms)

Just wrote a book on how not to fit into social norms

I ain't never smoke, fuck it? Why not? Guess I'm trying pot (Haha)

Might just say, "Fuck it," get my hair cut and say "bye" to the locks

Yeah, yeah, this for all of my hood homies

Fuck, give in—it feel good, don't it?

Look at all the shit you accomplished

Heard money make the world go round

Thirsty for it, hope you don't drown

I believe it, do not doubt

Head high; no, not down (Sab', Sab')

Yeah, thinking outside them squares

Whole world know what it is, scratching off my bucket list

[Hook: Saba]

Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful

My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels

I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go

I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do

I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful

My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels

I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go

I been in the rain though; they said what I can't do, oh

[Outro: Matthew Santos]

I got a gift to give

Just like this life we're living

Only a flash across the sky

Just an increment of time

What will you do with yours? Oh

I know what to do with mine

Even when the lights go out

Still, they never die

[Skit]

Hmm, alright, I knew you was gonna hit me up or whatever 'cause I know you miss me. You already know who this is. It's your ex or whatever. I ain't finna say my name for these thirsty-ass b—(*bleep*), but I'm gon' give you my bucket list, and it consists of: beating your motherf—(*bleep*) ass, fina-fucking-lly, with your ugly ass