She said she’s fucked up all the time

Puts her nose down to lines

Put my mind on grindstone

Migraine temperature is so low

Shots of tequila with the lime

We said fuck a 9-5

We know this life is part time,

She got me feelin so divine

Hit a rough patch

Plane goin doin soon,

Get comfy I like bein around you

Everytime you walk by it’s like raichu,

Shocking like damn I can tell by the perfume

You gon’ fuck me up;

Gon' catch a buzz cause I’m fiending for her love

It’s feelin' like I’ll take it from wherever it comes

It’s feeling like I’m always in a rush like I’ll never be enough

If you want to go and take a ride with me

We 3-wheeling in the city with the wild team

Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get high with me

Smoke a L in the bk we out deep

Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)