text: Baby lion goes
  Where the islands go
  You say you never saw this comin, well, youre not alone
  Million dollar renovations to a happy home
  My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
  I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
  I wake up, assessin the damages
  Checkin MediaTakeOut
  Pictures of me drunk walkin out with a bitch
  But its blurry enough to get the fake out
  I wake up, all veggies no eggs
  I hit the gym, all chest no legs
  Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
  Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
  Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
  Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh
  You had me drivin far enough to switch the time zone
  You was the best of all time at the time though
  Yeah, you wasnt mine though
  But I still drove thirty hours
  And I, I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah
  I remember rappin for Jay and Cam
  Young producer just trying to get his flows off
  I remember being nervous to do Victorias Secret
  Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off
  Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
  Im drivin with no winter tires in December
  Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women
  Then I get there and all the Popeyes is finished, girl
  You dont love me, you just pretendin
  I need a happy beginnin, middle and endin
  Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
  Its gettin hot in here, thats all that I know
  Got a hotel room, three stars for you
  You call down for an omelet, girl, its 5 in the morning
  You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria
  Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, dont start with me
  I used the Western Union for you like its no prob
  Cause you was in college complainin bout its no jobs
  But you were suckin a nigga dick the whole time
  Well, I guess a blowjobs better than no job
  And I drove back thirty hours
  Where the main ties onto the sail
  Better on sighting
  For astern, oh
  3 Stacks, can you help me out?
  Thirty hours
  Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to
  Thirty hours
  Thirty hours
  I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship
  Now a nigga mad
  Now Im bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill
  Thirty hours
  Just to kill
  Just to
  Just to
  Im about to drive ninety
  Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass
  It was my idea and now a nigga 
  Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh
  A stunna
  Whoop him after school just to show I got class
  Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
  Duh-duh with you, yeah 
  You know what Im sayin? Drop some shit like that
  Ayy, ayy whoop him after school just to
  Thirty hours
  Whoop him after school just to show I got class
  Uh, 3 Stacks
  Thirty hours
  Just ride out to that
  Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus
  Thirty hours
  My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this
  Thats why they kick it off like this
  Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden
  Thirty hours
  Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy
  The pyramids shall rise
  Thirty hours
  Look at these ultralight beams flowin
  For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us
  Lets rock out for bout
  Thirty hours
  You know, ayy, you know
  Ayy, you know, ayy, you know
  Thirty hours
  Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team
  Remember when the whole blockd get shout out?
  This my version of a shout-out track
  Thirty hours
  Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah
  To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa
  Thirty hours
  To my family: thank you for holding me down
  The media be acting like
  Thirty hours
  Thats Gabe calling
  Yo Gabe
  Im just doing a— Im just doing an adlib track right now
  Whats up?
  Thirty hours
  Thirty hours