Yeah, kinda fine with your
Kinda fine with your Cartier glasses
Calabasas, chilling with the masses
Real high, I've been smoking on catpiss
I don't wanna die but I guess I need practice
Pop an aspirin, probably off a pill or two
In the pit, like I probably got a kill or two
If I'm honest baby, I ain't really feeling you
I'm tryna get over this one girl that I ain't even know in middle school
So don't ask me for no interview
Tell it straight, like I said, I ain't into you
Got a headache, migraine from the funny talk
I'm a lemonhead but don't compare me to Bunnyhop
Look, so I sit face down, no I ain't peaking
Five days down, but I'm up by the weekend
A party monster when I'm booted, geekin
I don't think that I could do it, geekin
I don't wanna put her through it
Thinking I ain't run it like a god damn kingpin
Bitch I be creeping
Too many bottles of Henny, I'm sinking
Dirt in my fingers I live in the swamp
Prada denim, when I'm stepping I stomp
Sing her to sleep like I'm Billie Eilish
Wake up every damn day no stylist
Tears can't hide beneath both eyelids
Got 50k bands and I got that mileage
Prada jeans, I got Prada jeans
I just popped a seal, I got rainbow beans
Japanese, she Japanese
Just booked a flight, I did that with ease
I got the pilot on speed-dial
She already pulled up to my crib now we treating this shit like a pre-trial
I've been trying to reach out but I cannot proceed loud
Imma wait til they senile
Maybe get 'em out they seats now