Trap Santana, though Yeah-yeah, ugh It's the age we pay for our past shit—yeah, yeah Never thought you'd settle for average—no, no Heard your baby daddy a has-been, yeah, yeah Why the fuck you keep going back, then? No, no Must've thought about me in traffic—yeah, yeah Must've noticed I'm in my bag, then—yeah, yeah No, my shawty cannot be average—no, no Don't you hit me and tell me, tap in (ugh) Deep in your soul, it seems to grow It means you know, you keep it low, shit Deep in my phone, I creep, I scroll I seen you go, I know this It's déjà vu (oh, yeah) It's déjà vu It's déjà vu (ooh) It's déjà vu There ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill We off that Henny mixed with chamomile Wish we could jump from where we standing 'Til we land on another planet And you know just how I feel, feel, feel No, ain't no plans 'cause I got plans to kill We off that Henny mixed with chamomile Wish we could jump from where we standing 'Til we land on another planet And you know just how I feel, feel, feel