Trap Santana, though
Yeah-yeah, ugh

It's the age we pay for our past shit—yeah, yeah
Never thought you'd settle for average—no, no
Heard your baby daddy a has-been, yeah, yeah
Why the fuck you keep going back, then? No, no
Must've thought about me in traffic—yeah, yeah
Must've noticed I'm in my bag, then—yeah, yeah
No, my shawty cannot be average—no, no
Don't you hit me and tell me, tap in (ugh)
Deep in your soul, it seems to grow
It means you know, you keep it low, shit
Deep in my phone, I creep, I scroll
I seen you go, I know this

It's déjà vu (oh, yeah)
It's déjà vu
It's déjà vu (ooh)
It's déjà vu

There ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill
We off that Henny mixed with chamomile
Wish we could jump from where we standing
'Til we land on another planet
And you know just how I feel, feel, feel
No, ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill
We off that Henny mixed with chamomile
Wish we could jump from where we standing
'Til we land on another planet
And you know just how I feel, feel, feel