This is a song about "Something"

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Dont tie your hair

It's something i can't bare,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Skill is something that you earn, not something you come across.

Smoking something like tea leaves

Little more weed, first class seats

She say something something spanish

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Let my angel sing

That’s just something worth writing

But in my head there's something

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

But who knows what's right, but life's something

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running