Oh fuck yeah man

I'm making a statement man

This is a statement

I'm using my voice

I'm standing up

I wanna get my dick sucked

Girl, guy, dog, it don't matter

I just wanna fucking feel something

I wanna fucking feel something, yeah

God damn it, I'm so fucking deep

I'm balls deep inside of life and I can't pull out

I'm an artist, I'm an artist, look at this shit

I'm a fucking artist, yeah

I'm in a coffee shop right now

Everyone's bitching about capitalism

And it's making me rock hard baby, yeah

I don't think that I'll ever amount to anything

But fuck it, it's Saturday

We gotta end the war in wherever man

We gotta come together and solve this shit

We can do it, I believe

New year, new gender identity

No more racism either, that shit's played out as fuck

We gotta try something new, it's 2022

I got my motherfucking boys with me

And we're following CDC guidelines

I'm an artist

I'm gonna save the world

I'm a fucking artist, look at me

Now dance

Got a bitch in the bed, waiting on both knees

But I'm married to the game and I do not sleep

Hot ass women giving me cold feet

But I can't be beat, going 1, 2, 3, go

Can't stop, wanna sell my soul

I got money in my hand and I won't let go

Made her come twice when I'm on my own

Gotta keep them em in sight when I count my dough

They're like whoa, yo, we don't give a fuck baby

Just made a milli but you know it ain't enough baby

You a baddie but I can't get it up baby

I ain't even happy when I'm driving in a Mercedes

We turning up on the day that it go down

Going down on your mom, playing some Motown

Home town with me but I want them to go now

Sampling some 1970s soul sounds, slow down

Gotta give them my two cents

Cause I just wanna bounce, you can tell them the shoe fits

Keeping me around but I don't know where the roof is

I'm picking up a landline, screaming yo who's this

Power 106.9

We're giving away two free tickets to Harry Styles

To anyone who could say the N-word with the hardest R

But first, it's the feel good hit of the summer

You know him, I know him

Frankie Linstrom, take it away

And the southern girls, the way they talk, they knock me out when I'm down there

Sing it boy

The midwest farmer's daughters really make you feel alright

And the northern girls, the way they kiss, they keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be California girls

Fuck