Oh my god

Camera flashing sickness, yeah

Incredible, a stereo

Your pussy, yeah, your voice belongs to me, yeah

Rollin' to the kisses and the touch

A moment for me, a moment for peace

You're rolling, roll, roll, you're rolling

You're rolling, roll, roll, you're rolling

Camera rolling, tell them, "Yeah"

Tell them, "Yeah, to flash them poles"

Four G autos, hit the mark, yeah, in the store

(Wait fuck) Woah

Carousel all around

You want my attention, but the music's way too loud

Got girls kissing girls

I don't know what that's about

She's too fucked up, she'll do anything

Too many flashing lights on me

Don't call me 'cause you feel lonely

In my mind, I die slowly

Save me from myself, don't OD

I know I have it all

I'm scared to lose it all

Carousel through all my options

I'm scared that I'ma fall

Fall-fall-fall-fall-fall

Fall-fall-fall-fall-fall

Fall-fall-fall-fall-fall

Camera flashing sickness, yeah

Incredible, a stereo

Your pussy, yeah, your voice—

Your love, your love

This isn't the internet, you miss boy, broke boy

Pull your head over the blunt 'til you're not stuck

Rolling in and out of your lungs 'til the ghosts are not there

Coughing up the minimalist

Heartstone, heartthrob, made a hole on the list

Whole lot of leash, whole lot of talk, bone on the leash