The Carlitta inspired
Got my windbreaker jacket on
Sleeves rolled up, zipped up half way
Gold chain, smackin on a stick of gum like
Oh you tryna get cute with me now, uh

They used to wanna be you
Girls used to smile when they seen you
Afraid to fly, but feel you failed
Now all they do is sit back and critique you
Shit is lethal, God inject me
But if you keep me here, please Father protect me
From funny style niggas and these broads especially
To infinity and beyond at jet speed
I was good on affluence, I wanted prominence
They ignored the influence, though it was obvious
Boy, you're so translucent with your opulence
Exactly what are you pursuin', Mr. Donnavon?
Penny Lane mad at you
The tour will never be the same, you can feel it in your veins
A dish served cold as sweet as summer rain
Ironic an introvert, defined by the fame they sayin
Somebody told me you movin' to San Francisco
Just for play play, not for real though
Sweet July, ballin' all August
But back then all we had was time
Somebody told me you movin' to San Francisco
Just for play play, not for real though
Call it fate, lifted by the lake
But back then time stood still, for real
You hear the keys pullin' at your heartstrings
Emotions goin' back and forth like a park swing
Dealing with the type of women that the art brings
Start spring, reminiscing 'bout our thing
Splended noise, using it to kill a void
Boys killing boys, Chi-Town, Illinois
They choke slamming black children in the street
You in the strip club, blowing Swisher sweets
Selling records, whole world at your feet
They killing the youth, you never made a peep
Now Penny Lane mad at you
And she will never look at you the same
You can feel it in your veins
Last summer was poppin', now it's awkward, hella strange
A real jungle cat in the sack you couldn't tame
She was super down before you ever had a name
But back then, time stood still, for real
Somebody told me you movin' to San Francisco
Just for play play, not for real though
Sweet July, ballin' all August
But back then, all we had was time
Somebody told me you movin' to San Francisco
Just for play-play, not for real though
Call it fate, lifted by the lake
But back then, time stood still, for real
Yeah
Peace to my niece, Rainy V
And my goddaughter, Chloe, yeah
Uh-huh
Back when time stood still though
Yeah