I want your cell phone Them seven digits Don't tell me I do not look stellar I know you kidding I got I oz for only fifty But bitch it's o nine I'm ghosting spirits till I die hoe No need for low minds I wanna be there when you lips and your hair turn grey I think this what they call bliss with your summer gaze But tell me are you real though Could you tell me are you real though Late nights with you on the train tracks I tend to say less Lemonade faded Foot loose Dance floor Find you attractive She like my rapping You gotta knack ben I want your cell phone Them seven digits Don't tell me I do not look stellar I know you kidding I got I oz for only fifty But bitch it's o nine I'm ghosting spirits till I die hoe No need for low minds I wanna be there when you lips and your hair turn grey I think this what they call bliss with your summer gaze But tell me are you real though Could you tell me are you real though