Yeah, bitch

Who are you calling bitch?

Do you know who you're talking to?

Do you know who you're talking to?

Why don't you come here and say that? (Yeah, you)

What are you saying? What do you mean?

What are you even meaning? Are you scared?

Do you know what you're saying?

Stupid—

Life is getting weird, trippin' on other people's shit I hear

I'm feelin' like it just ain't that deep, finding meaning in a car on the backseat

Yeah, yeah, come on now let's F-U-C-K

I got a place where we can find some shade

Let's push the metal, we can check, one, two

But then again any place will do, ha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Down, there's some bitches, they let me down

But I can't wait to fill the sound

Give me a victim of the world

What you put out comes back around

Woah, I think you're thinking way too much

Yeah, pass you a cig I light it up

Uh, nothing will ever be enough

So don't waste your breath

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then I need somewhere to spin (Yeah)

Life keeps getting weird, now and then—