[Verse 1: Tasha the Amazon] Something like Never-Never Land
Cuz we ain't getting grown
And the nights, they don't never end
Cuz we never go home
It's the subwoof in the ride
Bump the trunk up to the sky
Blowing O's in the Poconos
Smoke signals from my tribe
Call it what you want to call it
This whole room is alcoholics
Cup full and empty wallets
Problems of the young and lawless
You know it's levels to the dirt
A gram is for fun and a thousand is work
I sip a lager and my man's sipping zerp
Just trying to get turnt like Petey Pab's shirt
The room's spinning like a chopper
Got some OGs who ain't fucking with coppers
I carry the weight of my crew and my sins
Everyone's looking at me for a win
Just quiet that part of me that say I ought to be
Regular instead of living this odyssey
You could not possibly get my biography
You too afraid to do life with velocity
Gun still at your waist, I already pulled triggers
I'm a lover but I am a killer
I'm a finisher, you're a beginner
Give me my seven figures
Just a scholar with dangerous tendencies
Days are so sick and the night, the remedy
Oh God, I pray that we don't get dependencies
Oh God, I pray we don't run out of Hennessy

[Hook: Tasha the Amazon] Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
I been Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
Faces, faces, faces, I can't see straight
I been on this train for like a week straight
I been Picasso leaning, I been Picasso leaning

[Verse 2: Tasha The Amazon] What's a man to an eagle?
What's an eagle to a plane?
What's a plane to motherfucker
Flying high on everything?
Take a flight on some doses
Candy-flipping till I'm sipping on mimosas
All my mans on a rollercoaster
Everyone feeling enhanced, Sammy Sosa
(I'm rolling) I don't need a reason
Tim Leary of the rap season
(I'm rolling) seeing synesthesia
Whole body shook like I hit a taser
Can't sleep any any way now
We've been living too fast
Seems like when I try to slow down, I just hit the gas
Started like J-Kwon getting tipsy
Looked ahead saw the slope getting slippery
Jumped on and spun away like a Frisbee
Smoking out and pouring up, word to Pimp C
Did it all night long, word to Richie
Want to break every rule, word to Fifty
Put in work, it was worth it, that's Missy
Speeding in my lane, don't care if it's risky
Forgive me, forgive me, these 40s and folly
And my youngins who popping that molly
Who lose it, they lose it like car keys
Till dresses get soggy
Still plotting too much, pushing too much
I'm 10 steps ahead, that's a lonely place
So I knock out my brains, a chemical punch
And make a Picasso out of my face

[Hook: Tasha the Amazon] Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
I been Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
Faces, faces, faces, I can't see straight
I been on this train for like a week straight
I been Picasso leaning, I been Picasso leaning