Lazy Days (feat. Corey Anders)

She from the '90s

Brown sugar and conscious simpin, maxi dress, waves is glistenin

Blue Jean make 'em flop like Hamidou Diallo's contract

No house floor, she got carpets

Move to Camden, she's apartments

Threw a party after her kid, she wasn't a mom yet

I read recess and deism

We not bobbin, we weavin

We go to Barclay's and be seated and see the Sadies and Ethan

Beacon of Frankincense

Kill-block, crinkled the wrinkled

She whip Mercedes and she been singin"If You Let Me Stay"

Latin percussion and trunk sincopado

Meerente, residente anglophiles and demótimo

Organic chocolate-selling babies from Indonesia

The BWAs said to me"Hoes exotic"

I'm like"Who needs 'em?"

You can save those bad broads for the Playboy mansion

Two hands, snowy cover-alled, long Vines or campin

Know they barely: Want me, halfway (Say) wear the package

But I'll bury my last paycheck in my basement (Oh, wow)

(Shoobedoodoobee)

I've been staying up

(Shoobedoodoobee)

I don't do enough

(Shoobedoodoobee)

That I've been seein, no, no

(Shoobedoodoobee) (Woo)

(Shoobedoodoobee)

I been stayin' up (Sayin' that I'm)

(Shoobedoodoobee)

I don't think I do enough

(Shoobedoodoobee)

We gon' make those lazy days alive

Sittin' on a toast to the good days

Peanut butter with no jelly, long weeks

Sanding down a piece of wood to make a seat

Brown Deer Park, those days aren't comin' back (Woo)

One hand on the wheel, no watch, feet raised

In a pickup dark, gettin' head like cheesesteak

Crank Pulitzer-winning thermogenesis writing dissertation and meeting the parents 'cause

Lazy days are ending now