heart slows down and my eyes glaze over
hot bitch in my phone, another on my shoulder
fuck a motorola, iphone 4s in between her breasts
naked in the hot tub having facetime sex
think you smell weed, oh that's just my patagonia
west coast teddies get your pussy even wetter
catch me on twitter, got it back up in my iphone
turnt up off that molly, but i only fuck with dimes tho
all alone in the club having an epiphany
all the shit i thought i loved don't even mean shit to me
you don't mean shit to me
i could turn it up, i could do it clean
i could do it better than that homie you see on tv, roll a tree
kicks hand woven, that inneva free
sipping on the nalgene cause i'm thirsty
never thirsty
walking funny from the nicotine
i ain't gotta tell you how many men wish death upon me
bury me a g
denim in the sea
it's 2017 but you don't mean shit to me