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

Now I’m just bitchin’

Life is such a wonderland

Where’s my Naked Brother Band?

I’m looking for the 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 judgeI 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