K.Y.U.S. - Cortana Lyrics

Call me Danny Ocean
Pre-determined motion
Didn't need you then, why the f*ck would I keep it open
I'm dreaming 'bout my Yacht
In the middle of my Lake
Catalina wine
So much f*cking money you gon' need a rake
Oh great
I've been shopping out of state
Flexing on myself and I'm improving every day
Moving around the shelf
Trying to find out where I stay
I've been thinking way too much
I need to take a f*cking break
On my own now
Slow to get it going
But I swear I'm on a roll now
Strikes on a full count
Used to ride my bike
Walk through the night
Leaning back
Hand up on the wheel
And I'm steady driving slow now
Betting when it's done, I'll be the best to ever go down
Second guessing, what a lesson, can't control the come down
Killed the game before they knew my name
Where's my bone crown
Yo, yo,
I need to slow down
F*ck, I need to slow down,
God
Take a breath or something
F*ck
Actually, no, f*ck that
Excuse me, excuse me
Excuse me,
I need the extra room
I swear I didn't mean it if I'm dishing attitude
But get the f*ck up out my way if you think I'm being rude, man
God damn it
Honestly, I'm with it
Catch me washing all the dishes
If I whip a Honda Civic or a bucket full of bitches
The end result's the same
What the f*ck's my name
You play with me,
I promise Imma leave your ass in stitches
I can steal your misses
I can steal your fame
I can steal any note in your vocal range
I do this all day
And some change
You won't ever catch me once I get it going, man
This one's for me, f*ck all of you
You industry plants
You business tools
Till my last breath, till after I'm dead
Imma keep making hits
This shit came from my room
I was born to drop
Y'all were born to flop
I want a cop a AP with diamond rocks
I want a bag so deep my girl can shop
As much as she wants until her f*cking arms fall off
Swear imma f*cking get it
Manifest it now
Imma be a problem for y'all once my album come out
Mr. Fantastic
Funky man elastic
I'll be running through these hoes, better use a plastic