Gucci Tried to Tell Me - Mick Jenkins

Lost in the sauce and that sauce is yours, I double-dipped

I got no facade, I can’t change the course

A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe

I’m no Randy Moss, but I’m catching feels one handed

Smoking trees I planted

Smoke in peace, she painted

Lost in the sauce

I find myself in all your crevices

Heaven-sent, don’t gotta wonder why you levitate

It’s evident, your pull is actually gravitational

When I switch up, pray you pick up on this gravitas

My tongue will twist my heart a kamikaze

I make these statements 'cause they bona fide

Won’t blow my high, but damn consistently I’m blown away

Flow shit your way, whole time I’m tryna have you flewed out

Bump Ella Mai, I see us boo’d up

She stole my soul, must be in blue suede shoes

I’m in her Kool-Aid, she got the juice, I call her Kool G

Don’t leave the crib we catching Blu-Rays

Blend it well, we sipped a smoothie

King, it’s just a Tuesday

Won’t hesitate, I’m sure as Al B

By her side or in her shadows is where I’ll, hmm

Is where I’ll be

Lost in the sauce, and that sauce is yours, I double-dipped

You know, consistently, I’m blown away, away, away

You got me good, you got me gone

Wasn’t even smoking stoned, wasn’t even smoking strong

Lost in the sauce, and that sauce is yours, I double-dipped

You know, consistently, I’m blown away, away, away

I got no facade, I can’t change the course

A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe

I’m no Randy Moss

But I’m catching feels one handed

Flag on the play, I’m holding on

Lost in the sauce