(I just need to shout out Mackned & Thraxxhouse)

GothBoiClique in the club in the back now

In the way back, way way back

I'm Tory Lanez with the paychecks

A$AP with the lean, yeah, creasin' off bars & codeine, yeah

Mackned out on sunset back in Silver Lake, I was feeling that

Now everywhere I go L.A. asks, "Where the fuck is Wicca Phase at?"

GBC out on that Thraxx tour

And I'm in L.A. with a couple foreigns

We got Mercedes with four doors

We might just pack up the studio and hit the palm desert house just to record, hear me echo off marble floors

Meanwhile, Wicca Phase is makin' so much money that PayPal hit him with a tax form

Young tax form, young crash foreign

Young push start and I'm so torn

What's once love, now half that

See you're not here and I'm not home

SortaGoth with the four door, I took one more 'cause I needed more

After work I go to work, man, that's me and Døves and we're so Dior

I was envisionin' black clothes under black lights and it's past four

My cat there with its black coat and its black fur and its on the floor

Takin' the alternate path, man, GBC still in the back, man

Really had you in nothin' but black then

Really had my own foreign, then crashed it

Like tight waist, take me to your place

Only when it's right, only when it's safe