Flip Phone

Hmm Yeah Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone I know that you want me to leave you alone I'm rocking around with John Lennon I'm smoking 'til seven-seven She say she hate that I'm reckless But she gon' fuck for a second I'm smoking boof blunts, and I'm too stuck To even know that you meant it I'm feeling boofed up With my two blunts 'Cause I know I'm from heaven I got this lemonade cookie crunch When they love me gon' book me a bunch Asked me how I got stoges on me Told 'em, "Check the floor, get me one" Last night I fucked it up Stashed up like "What you want?" Cookies with alcohol And I love you, I never stopped Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone I know that you want me to leave you alone Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone I just wanna be there when you coming home Fucked up in the backseat while I'm cruising down the 101 Zoe said she love me, smoke my kush, I had to hit the funds Bentley coup, Bentley coup I fuck that shit up for the fun Who is you? I smoke the blue the clues gon' hit you when you want, yeah Lil Peep talks to me I box the beat Then smoke my spliff I done been off a bean Like, "What's your name? And who you is?" I'm smoking this shit in the back One man, but I'm toking for thousands She said she want her youth I asked, "You heard of the fountain?" Got too much on me Bad lil bitch give fuck 'bout a comment Got too much depth to these bars they like a "Watchamacallit" Yeah Hey Hmm Yeah