can't start a fire without a flame can't play the part without a game
can't feel the love without the pain can't talk to me if you talk the same
baby
baby i could give you something
baby i could give you something
baby i could give you something
i know but it makes
a difference
Can't have a drink without a well
Can't fall asleep without a spell
Can't feel the wind without a kite
Can't pack your bags without a knife
When you're burnt out, baby, you gotta calm down
Though you had it big, good, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby, I could give you something
I know I could make something out of nothing
Baby, I could give you something
I know I could make something out of nothing
Ayo, Tom, four shades on Quavo on the shot glass
Fly eyes, pretty smile, plus she got class
I'ma show you a little something, but here's the preview
When I speak, sparks fly like grinded meadow
I'm lethal, she's hot like liquid metal
When T2, weather, flats, or stilettos
Red carpet or ghetto
Baby, I'm nasty knives, I just had to meet you
Let's wash that back with a glass of Screaming Eagle
Painting pictures, writing my illest rhymes on an easel
Ladies on check-in, acting when I'ma see you
Miami penthouse, sweet crazy with the sea view
Still keep it hood like the streets
Are you ready?
I used to creep through, kill you big
Baby, I could give you something
I know I could make something out of nothing
I know I could make something out of nothing
I know I could make something out of nothing
Maybe I could give you something
Maybe I could give you something
Something, something
PARK CHEF
I release it in my arms
I don't know my stuff


I love you
I love you




Someday
Someday
Someday
Hey, remember when they used to say drop the beat?
Like, d-d-d-d-drop the beat?
Like that.
No, that was wet.