Child Like Whimsy

Ayy yo, give it up for my white boy
Ayy yo, huh, yeah, what, yo, what
It's Big T and that mothafucka Yeah Boy
Ayy yeah, huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah

Finna paralyze niggas with a ghost gun
Bullets is non-traceable, made from animal anus
Gunpowder looking Congolese, Cape Verdean
Dinner plate with your mama eating chicken nuggets

With honey, the spices make her tummy ache
Will Robinson, I cause brain trauma
When you in outer space, scavenging gun on a person's lip like Contra
You popping pills like Dr. Mario

I was open like time capsule
In the brain, now she got her hands on me like a Telfar satchel
Love organic and natural
Loving my lady like it's one lifetime, it's factual

Back at the store, privileged
Like my uncle, head of the kitchen
I get the table for myself
That's where I spent the lonely Christmases

My favorite memory gotta be shooting Roman candles on the beach
Like Childlike Whimsy
Adult life got me dizzy
It's so overwhelming

Yeah, adult life got me dizzy
It's so overwhelming, shout out to my white boy
Childlike Whimsy, yeah