Phone Wallet Keys

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Here we go again

Come on

I'm headin' out and all I'm takin' with me is my

Phone, wallet, keys

Yeah, phone, wallet, keys

Just those three things please

Need my phone, wallet, keys

Got my credit cards in my wallet

Got my phone, you can call it

Master lock on my front door

That's what my motherfuckin' keys are for

My phone, wallet, keys

Yeah, phone, wallet, keys

Good things come in threes

Need my phone, wallet, keys

If I'm goin' to the zoo I need my

(Phone, wallet, keys)

If I'm gettin' a face tattoo I need my

(Phone, wallet, keys)

I'm I'm goin' out to a wedding

If it's winter time and I'm sledding

If I'm at the daddy daughter dance

My phone, wallet, keys are in my pants

I'm goin' on vacation to the West Indies

And I don't got no luggage, just got

Phone, wallet, keys

I roll on up to the airport

Lady asks for my passport, fuck, okay

Guess I need my phone, wallet, passport, keys

Phone, wallet, passport, keys

Now I need four things, bitch, please

Phone, wallet, passport, keys

I'm finally on the plane, I'm ridin' Delta, Delta

The lady farted next to me, I smelt her, I smelt her

We get to thirty thousand feet

I recline my fuckin' seat

'Bout to watch a movie, stop

I forgot my laptop, mmm, motherfucker

Dammit, now I need my laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys

Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys

Too much shit, that's five fuckin' things

Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys

I'm swingin' my shit all over the place

I'm hurtin' ya, I'm hurtin' ya

I'm carryin' so much shit

I got a hernia, a hernia

No place to put it, what should I do?

Probably should take my iPad too

What the fuck else did I forget?

(Sandman, you need tons of shit)

My Tic Tac's, my backpack, my zippo lighter, my charge pack

My sunglasses, my hair spray, my headphones

(They're Beats by Dre)

My notebook, my GoPro, my vape pen, my crossbow

My toothpicks, my pocket knife, oh, fuck

I forgot my wife

(Phone, wallet, keys) Goddamn

(Phone, wallet, keys) It used to be so easy

With my phone, my wallet, and my keys-ies

(Phone, wallet, keys) Yeah

(Phone, wallet, keys) It used to be a breezy

With my phone, my wallet, and my keys-ies

My pockets got so heavy now I'm crampin', I'm crampin'

Each time I leave my house it's like I'm campin', I'm campin'

I'm miserable just standin' around

I'm like a walking lost and found

You know I'd rather stay at home

Where all I need's my fuckin' phone

(Phone, phone, phone) Yeah

(Phone, phone, phone)

Much happier at home

Just playin' with my phone

(Phone, phone, phone) Yeah

(Phone, phone, phone)

Yeah, I'll just stay at home

And fiddle with my phone on the toilet