XTC

(Yo, play that beat, man)

5546 Cleon
Rental was a Nissan
Drivable, we're running low on Freon
Just out in this, so I bang and beat on
I just wanna be on, A&R's like, "What is he on?"
So I talk to God, night and day
He gave me patience
But don't be mistaken

Finally got the nerve to tell you what I wanna say
I was awfully close to throwing everything away
On the way to Hook, got word my pops had passed away
I'm ballin' now, I'm straight
My nigga proud of me
My niggas chewin', chewin', chewin', chewin' through the cake
The wind is blowin', blowin', blowin', hunnids to my safe
This shit is brewin', brewin', like Milwaukee summer days
My spirit can't be compromised for no amount of pay

Oh, I'm in ecstasy (ecstasy)
Ecstasy, ayy (ecstasy)
Now I'm in ecstasy (yeah)
Ecstasy (ecstasy, ecstasy)
Oh, I'm in ecstasy
Ecstasy
I'm in ecstasy
Ecstasy (oh yeah)

Bending over backwards and for granted, you get took
Pardon me for loving you
I ain't mean to do it
I guess it's just a friendly reminder (reminder)
That if I blow, but when I blow, the writing's on the wall
Ten thousand plus hours, nothing to return at all
Know you pocket watchin', tryna see me ball 'til I fall
Finna think about my lane, that there's no one in it at all
Oh, I call pretty broads for the job
Feelings caught, none at all

Oh, I'm in ecstasy (ecstasy)
Ecstasy, ayy (ecstasy)
Now I'm in ecstasy (yeah)
Ecstasy (ecstasy, ecstasy)
Oh, I'm in ecstasy
Ecstasy
I'm in ecstasy
Ecstasy (oh yeah)