Pass Her the Aux

Wake up on a California day And you know you're gonna make it It's another morning in LA It's no little vacation I could never in a million years have figured out What you were thinking, it's a shame You play pretend, it's kinda silly when I think about it (You wanna medal for it?) You wanna medal for it? You wanna medal for it? You wanna medal for it? In 2017 you were a little Post Malone In 2010 you were a Merriweather Post Pavilion I still remember 'cause you'd never leave me alone I still remember thinking "God, I really wish I could kill him" I know that I'm being harsh But you shoulda made a plan Man, that woulda been smart It's a cruel, unforgivable world And I hate to break it to ya but I'm taking your girl I know it can burn But some boys got to learn So listen I got your bitch in my sewing circle, I'm teaching her stuff So when we rip you to pieces, then we can stitch you back up I got your girl in the front seat, I pass her the aux And let her DJ, she can play whatever she wants I got your girl in pilates with me, I'm stretching her out So she'll know how to flex on you when you let her down I got your girl in my phone with her own little picture So she can call me when she realize she don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya She can call me when she realize she don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya She can call me when she realize she don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya Don't wanna be wit ya She can call me when she realize she don't wanna be wit ya