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I could put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 You're pretty as the ocean
 I'm coming with the gang
 So you need to get out our way
 The ladies love it when I sing
 The niggas love my abilities
 When I make the fire on the beats
 I'm about to make a mil' a week
 When I hit 'em with the melodies
 I don't care what you telling me
 Tryna stay away from felonies, oh
 Girl, I'm Martin Luther, Martin Luther King
 Life is hard, I'm Kamasutra-ing
 I'm running through the pain that the youth has been
 Inflicted with, it's just ridiculous that you would kill a kid for some Yeezy's
 Grab your shoes and give his mom a visit at the funeral
 You looking fly as hell
 Is that really how we're living? Check it
 Got a vivid dream of some different (tell 'em)
 K. Dot has coming out of me, the poetry you know it's been a minute
 Forefathers put the tax on our real fathers
 I don't feel represented, I should be up in the Senate
 Swear I feel like Martin Luther, baby, we need Adam Foss prosecutor so they won't
 Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand my niggas to the prisons
 Forgiveness over your permission
 Just because I didn't break it I'ma fix it
 And I'm with my dawgs, I'm finna sic 'em
 Teachers said I need a lesson
 So I go and start my own school
 And it's a mystery to you, you get it?
 Misdemeanor's comin' true it ain't the question
 But it ain't a problem, they gon' catch you
 That's the mind state of the youth including me
 We need some new professors
 Were you goin' fast son? Yes, sir
 It was that autopilot on the Tesla
 Heart palpitating so my chest hurts
 Probably see it through my sweatshirt, yellow
 Mama, mama, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Paint the pedal just so I could go impress 'em
 Almost got us on the stretcher
 And I'm sorry mama, know you taught me better
 You know, you know you taught me better
 Father, I don't need a lecture
 Man, I know the street is rougher for the texture
 And I'm saying
 Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Sorry, mama, I'm the mess-up
 I just use these 808's to do confessions
 I'm double cursing and I'm flexing
 Vile person, man, I feel like I'm in prison
 This isn't me, it's my reflection
 My purities need protection from the insecurities of a section of my soul
 I just put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 Don't follow me into the ocean
 You will never be the same
 I just put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 Don't follow me into the ocean
 You will never be the same
 
 I could put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 You're pretty as the ocean
 I'm coming with the gang
 So you need to get out our way
 The ladies love it when I sing
 The niggas love my abilities
 When I make the fire on the beats
 I'm about to make a mil' a week
 When I hit 'em with the melodies
 I don't care what you telling me
 Tryna stay away from felonies, oh
 Girl, I'm Martin Luther, Martin Luther King
 Life is hard, I'm Kamasutra-ing
 I'm running through the pain that the youth has been
 Inflicted with, it's just ridiculous that you would kill a kid for some Yeezy's
 Grab your shoes and give his mom a visit at the funeral
 You looking fly as hell
 Is that really how we're living? Check it
 Got a vivid dream of some different (tell 'em)
 K. Dot has coming out of me, the poetry you know it's been a minute
 Forefathers put the tax on our real fathers
 I don't feel represented, I should be up in the Senate
 Swear I feel like Martin Luther, baby, we need Adam Foss prosecutor so they won't
 Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand my niggas to the prisons
 Forgiveness over your permission
 Just because I didn't break it I'ma fix it
 And I'm with my dawgs, I'm finna sic 'em
 Teachers said I need a lesson
 So I go and start my own school
 And it's a mystery to you, you get it?
 Misdemeanor's comin' true it ain't the question
 But it ain't a problem, they gon' catch you
 That's the mind state of the youth including me
 We need some new professors
 Were you goin' fast son? Yes, sir
 It was that autopilot on the Tesla
 Heart palpitating so my chest hurts
 Probably see it through my sweatshirt, yellow
 Mama, mama, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Paint the pedal just so I could go impress 'em
 Almost got us on the stretcher
 And I'm sorry mama, know you taught me better
 You know, you know you taught me better
 Father, I don't need a lecture
 Man, I know the street is rougher for the texture
 And I'm saying
 Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
 Sorry, mama, I'm the mess-up
 I just use these 808's to do confessions
 I'm double cursing and I'm flexing
 Vile person, man, I feel like I'm in prison
 This isn't me, it's my reflection
 My purities need protection from the insecurities of a section of my soul
 I just put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 Don't follow me into the ocean
 You will never be the same
 I just put you on a wave
 I just put you on a wave
 Don't follow me into the ocean
 You will never be the same