Charlie (feat. Shayan Roy)

Ain’t no fuckin' ABBA, need no dancing queen (Man)

She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery (She's like)

Baby, you the loneliest you ever been (But that)

Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen (All that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin' great (Got me)

Calling home, like, mommy, maybe I'll be late (Think I'm)

Nookie-ing, but I don't need to fornicate (I'm like)

Forty J down (But) I make no mistake

Looking for a Lennon, I'm a Morrison

On the edge again, Cobain'ing when you calling for a Kiedis, and (Huh)

Be a better son (Huh) Try it every day

Should be listenin' to ma, I listen to MA, ay (Ah)

But what she say? Somethin' 'bout zero to a hunnid quick (Yeah)

I'm either still like I'm Pacific, or I'm hunting shit (Shit)

I can't condone it, but I need the E to keep it real (Yeah)

I overdo the pill (Shit) I'm back again, and now I

Move like a fucking groove master from the '70s

Smooth on my tongue, tune showing me what heaven is

Too dumb to stop, true soldier of the ganja, I

Ooh, that shit knock, do that shit 'bout a hundred times

I'm getting freaky, freaky, fucked on a Wednesday

My dude, I shoulda listen up when the 'rents say

Son, if you wanna be a Lecter, leave no entrails

(Nah, I'm just fucking with you, man)

(Just want to be a real doctor)

Ain't no fuckin' ABBA, need no dancing queen (Man)

She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery (She's like)

Baby, you the loneliest you ever been (But that)

Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen (All that)

Molly got me feelin', got me feelin' great (Got me)

Calling home, like mommy, maybe I'll be late (Think I’m)

Nookie-ing, but I don't need to fornicate (I'm like)

Forty J down (But) I make no mistake (I feel like Hov)

I got ninety-nine problems

But I'm creepin' on these rappers like I'm 'bout to fuckin' drop 'em

Like a rock 'em sock 'em robot

You playing game of thrones, bitch, I'm dragon

Soon as I get my roll on

And I be spittin' and smoking swishes like I do no wrong

I'm happy like a proton, it's the X, the shit I'm doped on

(So fucked up) See my ex-girl she like the slow song

So I be turning the tempo up, bitch, I'm going broke, I be

Lying to your face, if I tell you

I'm getting sober the more that I'm getting older

(I'm getting high like a motherfucker)

I got a chip up on my shoulder

And maybe you got yourself one too, but mine is colder

(I'm still high like a motherfucker)

All this jouska in my head like it's October

All this MD in my stream like it's all over

I'm getting closer to pretending I don't know ya

I know I never told ya, but all of this shit is for ya

Ain't no fuckin' ABBA, need no dancing queen (Man)

She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery (She's like)

Baby, you the loneliest you ever been (But that)

Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen (All that)

Molly got me feelin', got me feelin' great (Got me)

Calling home, like mommy, maybe I'll be late (Think I’m)

Nookie-ing, but I don't need to fornicate (I'm like)

Forty J down (But) I make no mistake

She's like goddamn