We all grown but don’t know what we wanna be yet
I’m the type to give my team a little reset
Dip my hands in something new every weekend
Have em' hanging off the front edge of their seat yeah
Like what he gonna do next
Who he gonna be now
Who he gonna beat out
I could switch my style or my gender up shit is just different yeah
Be who you wanna be
Just don’t be a wannabe
Guess I’m just classic
You think you’re moving I’ll throw you in traffic
We band together like brothers wreak unruly havoc
Lock all the doors shit is gonna get graphic
Are we blind to illusions or magic they say just pay for the pamphlet
And die for the privilege
And you like take paper or plastic
You should stay in your bubble stay in your bubble
Live for the bubble
Die in the bubble
I’m tryna be subtle
But I think you’re in trouble
Drop all the things that you juggle
You need some pop on your bubble