Oh Well

[Verse 1 - Sage]

Lie and say I'm not dope

Swerving into potholes

Blasting XVII and

Me and Kenja eating nachos

Jean Claude Van damn

I'm that nigga though

Eating chicken liver

Making bitches hit the figaro

Pit my foes to listen to a nigga

Hit the Jigga flow

1996 on bitches, Giggle Gang shit is cold

Raw tip to my lips real nigga code

Keep my shit on toast

Making sure all of these niggas know

These pie niggas need a dollop of the Cool Whip

First advance check, Ima buy my moms a new whip

Pretty women in my new crib and they do strip

Down to their undergarments and it's so foolish

Rob Kevin Dre Dalvin Franco & Romil

Chris April Kurb Kenja Deon who I'm cool with

Y'all thinking that's hot?

Just wait on that new shit

Said I couldn't flow but now I ain't got shit to prove bitch

[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]

La, La, La

La, La, La, La

Na-nah, Na-nah, Nah

ASF Hoodies is what we swagging in

Traveling, plus you know

We checking extra baggage in

Crashing in hotels

Macking, bruh you so Dell

Niggas wanna hate? What we say? Shit

Oh Well

[Verse 2 - MiC Kurb]

Let me tell you how it is

In my lifetime

Let me tell you how I feel

When I write rhymes

Sitting back with my backpack

Strapped and attached to my heart

Other memories and timelines

Not mine, but another brother's

What the fuck is

This, you may ask, cause I'm

Loving someone else's lover

Cause my spirit wasn't mine to begin with

Two souls cross, they

Experience a friendship

Never mentioned

That I wasn't blessed with a life

I was left with another brother's dreams

I'mma tell you what it means to be outside

Gonna be a long ride

So peep it if you haven't seen

My eternity is certainly

Certain as I exist

I cease to repeat, then another one begins

When my soul is someone else's

And I start to reminisce

They will feel it, and they'll prolly make

A song like this, you dig?

[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]

[Verse 3 - Kevin Abstract]

It seems like

The whole world hates you

Everybody wanna

Act like they made you

You can't save me

I save you

You can't watch me

This ain't pay-per-view

Is this a dream?

A Deja Vu?

Wanna come through

In a Coupe '92

Impala blue

And we gon' be bumping

Something that's new

It goes like la, da, da

La, da, da

That's all I want

Can't even front

A nigga wanna stunt

I can't lie, dog

Shit

Yeah, it seems

Microphone, tight jeans

And I bleed

Greatness on the track

So all them

Haters can call me wack

You can take a step back

[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]