I just like to sauvignon blanc and crunk, speakers that can pop my trunk

Sneakers sketchy, lighting up, moving mountains, take a bump

Call it, call it what you want, my cousin's name was Saint Laurent

Her hotline bling but never ring, I'm holding on to simple things

No simple things, my closet filled with wrinkled tees

And problems that can't get to me, I'll probably clean it up in spring

See what that brings so skeletons can pay my rent

And shaking hands don't make a dent like giving up that hope for Lent

I been on the move

Spirits wanna do the tango too

I'm not in the mood

Spirits gotta do the tango too, so do you

Dead wrong, dead wrong

Where's the pretty cowboys too?

Same song, play along

Somebody's got nothing to lose

Feeling petty, ooga-chaka, salty like I'm Redenbacher

Who said that that the clock is ticking? Alice getting caught for snitching

Snitching

Now I'm just bitchin', life is such a wonderland

Where's my Naked Brother Band? I'm looking for the upper hand

Finger-licking, life is swell, looking fresh, you couldn't tell

Money bags beneath my eyes, Sandman wasn't sleep deprived

But who am I? Really though, but who am I?

I'm not the judge, I couldn't get a thought out over "Do or die"

I been on the move

Spirits wanna do the tango too

I'm not in the mood

Spirits gotta do the tango too, so do you

Dead wrong, dead wrong

Where's the pretty cowboys too?

Same song, play along

Somebody's got nothing to lose

I been on the move

Spirits wanna do the tango too

I'm not in the mood

Spirits gotta do the tango too, so do you

Dead wrong, dead wrong

Where's the pretty cowboys too?

Same song, play along

Somebody's got nothing to lose

Somebody's got nothing to lose

Somebody's got nothing to lose