Medusa (Putcha Dukes Up!)

Hello Shy High, do tricks, stay mellow Time waster, cheap wine taster Flip more birds than a hippie off scherms in a canopy van Can you hand me my chaser? I wasn't really underdressed But my pants stay hangin', backpack swangin' (swangin') But my eyes saw her and my wheels took off Like two kids underneath the bleachers got caught Baby had the Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up Yo, yo, she's looking over here She's looking bro, look (you said what?) Bro I'm 'bouta say something (oh yeah?) I'ma say something (let's see it, bro) Watch this, bro (let's see it) Watch this Yeah And now I'm looking at the pavement Walkin' on my heels like a caveman Shoulda worn a sweatshirt that doesn't have a stain on the neckline This is just the beater Looking at her friend, I would really like to be her (weirdo) No no no, I was trying to say like I wanna be close to her and shit You know what I mean? (The fuck does that mean?) But when we get together I'ma put the shit down like feather We could catch a matinee at the Regal Said to lock my eyes on better, but I know better When the hard to get shit's so lethal Baby had an energy like symphony strings Played Madvillainy, she's still feelin' me I don't know much about shit, but you could kick it with me I got some lemonade and hella old records to play Baby had the Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up Yeah And then she start askin' (she start askin') All of these questions (all of these questions) I really can't answer (I can't answer) I really can't (I really can't) Like, what is your life plan (life plan?) And what is your future (what is your future?) I can't answer (I can't answer) I really can't (I really can't) I'm caught up in the motion Hands keep grabbin' new potions My friend group not helping Streetlight milestones Shorty had the jeans with the rhinestones That is not my preference Baby had a few opportunities she didn't pick up on Hope she learned that lesson Text me when you get a little more invested That's how it always happens Baby had the Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up Then my skin got grey And my eyes got haze And my brain went blue I don't feel my face When I look at you I cannot see shit And my shoes went glue And my hand went fist And my hand went This is not okay Can you pull me out? If you can push me in Then you can pull me out We could build a life I could build a house I'd put some furniture in it You could pick it out You could pick it, fuck You could be the person I look up at when I'm slipping downhill Found grippin', sound trippin' And you brought the Advil, mad trill But when I made it off the ground tilt And looked in your brown eyes My body went mad still