Let the ship set sail, off to adventure

Got some Mary in my backpack

Abstract, so all I gots a pen and paper

5th of whiskey, Coke, blueberry flapjacks

Roll it up and put it to my lips, no need to pass that

Soho up in summertime… I Undermine

The underlying fact, that I scrape penny's but I want a dime

She something else, I got it now, oh yea my dude, fucking fine

And Since I have a shot at her, they salty

So tell em' suck a lime

I was a mime, now I'm just clowning

Trying to scrape a number

Smile after I take it from her

Copacetic today but in two days disintegrate to bummer

I thought I won her over, but I just created blunders

The game, I hate and love her

Thinking back to times of plan b because of breaking rubbers

I was a will child and still etre

All these women still extra

I'm just tryna find a ill chick in the chill spectrum, to make my broken heart feel better