Bend Ya - Mann, Kendrick Lamar, Frank Ocean

Bending you

Oh I’m bending, bending, bending, bending you, oh, yeah

A permanent euphoria, everyday is the shit

Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch

Rapping it made me rich, money give me the women

Money we just be throwing it, women they just be bending

All my girls fly like they all flight attendants

Ten cent’s, picky as fuck, she gotta look innocent

Since sin the center of this whole fucking industry

Ain’t no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be

Is it out to pocket to say I like the attention

Not to mention you don’t even know how high I’ve be getting

Experimenting, ‘cause it’s different, changing, growing

Leanin and smoking, rolling, making music, listening to no one, I’m on

One, twenty years old, world in my palms

Bent that’s why I’m shaded up, looking so calm

Giving you the world from my point of view

A true B-Day mobbing Dannon boy, that’s what I’m supposed to do

All these spoons in my kitchen

They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend

(bend you up and bend you back down)

All the girls in my bedroom

They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend

(bend you in and bend you back out)

All the rules to this game around

They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend

(Bending you)

Every time I close my eyes I see a different dream

I pray to God that we don’t close until we reach our dreams

College tuition for daughters that I ain’t even father

Now I got a redbone at the altar, call me Prince Akeem

Six digits for me like we did to offer

They used to call me Waldo, got rich and now they call me Walter

Yeah, I’m higher than them Unkle pants, living without a purpose, man

But that just cause my circumstances

And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy

Death comes in threes and you’re looking like some triplets boys

In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed

The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bags of seeds

I’m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me

But I just give the name and number like the matter D

‘cause all I wanna do was roll up hash

And smash the ass of a bitch who looks like Kim Kardash', im gone

She is the last straw, I bend her and slip slow

My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low

Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights

Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights

Shake well, and oh they do

I’m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew now

Either I’m bending space or I’m just bent and spacing

I put my heart on tracks, but it’s 4AM and that shit’s still racing

One bed, two girls, three way, four times

My shame came of their clothes, it’s paradise of the mind

Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom

I’m meeting my darker side and it’s a pleasure just to meet him

I’m thinking while puffing and writing while fucking

Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow ain’t coming

And if Tamara ain’t cumin and that’s the name that she told me

But when you hit this level, every first name is phony

But here, the air tastes better

Weed is more potent and girls seem wetter

Days are a haze, drinks just stronger

Nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer

I’m only here for one night, it’s Disneyland for man

White girls, blue kush, red lights, American and Amster… damn