Текст песни Xtra - Trmnds Mldy

She a fan yeah, ooh you so extra
She a fan she fan she a fan you so extra
Ooh you so extra, yea yea got me so extra
You don′t know me I be ghost like poes with young link
Thats a whole throwback you a young thing
What you know bout that like nothing
Man I stay woke no dosing
Girl you got vocals come sing
Drop a note on microphone for a cold king
Low behold bro dope with the flowing
East west show on a road I'm coasting
I′m like "Bose" headphones sound so clean
Know I got glow I'm showing off
Like a tat pen stroke with the dope ink
Hungry fast food "In N' Out" nose ring
Y′all cant see details nosebleeds
Life good honey suckle backyard so sweet
Tired of my shine well go sleep
Know you gon′ get left Bo' Peep
Say its on sight no greeting
Don′t waste my time I got meetings this evening
Juice on deck so simply
Would if you could but you cant simp' me
Say you good like me thats been a reach
You going no where like a pinned tweet
Aye I′m in top shape
You a tiger shark you are not great
Pretty much like Barry how I vibrate
My audio crazy I oscillate
From the top down
How you turn a good look into a glock now
Cuz' you triple "od" you are not sound
I′m an adjective and I'm a pronoun
Vivid the picture what a good mixture
Andy is dandy "Trmnds" stupendous
Pen sharper than ever word play is on clever
I don't really know baby who does it better
Told her don′t stress it′s no pressure
I know they not on my level don't be so extra
I don′t really do this often
Yea the whole vibe changed up when I walked in
He be thinkn' what a mistake cost em
I gotta snap on the track
Go off then go off then

Ya mans thinkn′ bout what a mistake cost em
Had to snap on the track
And just then an asthma attack attached itself
To my vocals and in fact inhabited that
I blacked out came back and spazzed a track
I rap they clap they cough you wack
My god sick script what I spit I'm a self made act
I don′t drive ride beats like I'm in a maybach
I been writing lighting I ain't have to say that
I been sharp with the cut they like where the fade at
All day all night tryna′ get on sway
Ima′ do this here man I came a long way
Mind bomb my song been blowin' you out
Lookin′ up ten years and you on the same couch
No I don't have time we ain′t on the same route
Can't match my vibe that means the flame out
If I blow sky high you know what the fame bout
Shout out to my fans cuz you always stay down