Hey, pretty girl, why ain't you mine? D-type, see what you find Me, I gon' treat you nice Seaside, palm trees and wine Hey, kitty, can't get way too fine One shot, don't feel too kind Two shots, make me feel wild Three shots, gon' make you shy Yeah, I had a mad, mad dream just the other night I took a look at my back, had a set of wings I was told by a voice in the sky I should fly through the night when it's light I felt better, thanks, so I flew through the sky Rain in my eyes, looked down once Couldn't feign the surprise What I saw was a land of amazement and light I thought, what a shame, should've came with the guys Then came out of my eyes, I was shot from the high Started spiraling down, tried to open my eyes And I wake from this nightmare No luck, oh, ***, now I'm fighting for air Cold blue got me drowning, flashing around Scream from my lungs that don't make a sound With a name on my mind and my final standards I'm fading out She took my hand and she said Teach you how to swim, no, this ain't a shallow end You should start off with a backstroke Where do I begin? Maybe do a couple whips Touch the edge and turn right back, whoa Holla, holla, holla, baby Sing the *** you sung, cause you a natural Teach you how to swim, no, this ain't a shallow end You should start off with a backstroke Here we go, I ain't too mad, ain't one shot Don't feel too kind, two shots Make me feel wild, three shots Go make a sound Everybody say they got you, but funny fin is When you need them, that's when they go I got one-nine-nine, that Benny Hanna's If they give me cameras, I give them my soul I said no to that, I can't *** with that When you say music vs. ass, when they photo Listen to Jay-Z, say industry shady Yeah, I know it's crazy, but that's how it goes, yeah But I'ma be up in this bitch till I'm top five And I'm never gonna stop at a stoplight And I'll get your ***ing back if you got mine Yeah, I'ma be up in this bitch till I'm top five With a smirk and a nerf and a clap nine I ain't felt quite as good in a long time Hold a sign on the edge, said to not dive And oh Teach you how to swim No, this ain't a shallow end You should start off with a backstroke Where do I begin? Maybe do a couple whips Touch the edge and turn right back, whoa Holla, holla, holla Baby, sing the *** you sung Cause you a natural Teach you how to swim No, this ain't a shallow end You should start off with a backstroke Let's just both go hard You and me Maybe we should backstroke We can go so far You and me Maybe we could perch