If I ever do a show bet I skip the fucking meet and greet

Cause if I put a name to a face it’s like the heebie-jee

Bees all on my front porch here for the sticky weed

I don’t even smoke, they like gees, I brought three for free

Young and reckless lately thanking god that nobody knows

I feel the itch to run away but you know how that goes

I’m big talk, but a little man, stuck in my woes

I hit the gym til it disappeared right off of the coast

And now my weight dropping, got me in this motel lobby

Like what the steak options, lady got a Nobel body

It make me late often, me I got a no tell hobby

You with the jakes talking, boy you know they stay watching

Keep my cam unplugged unless we making love

As if it’s getting high off of bending joints and aching lungs

Wet vibrations like we bathing in a shaking tub

She don’t really deal with credit cards, she just taking tongue

So when it’s all said and done imma pet it, start

Laying out the drinks like I really went and set the bar

Someone call a medic like we trapped in a smoking car

Windows up, laughing, I’m a death away from toaking tar

Why you hot box? You don’t even smoke pot

Second hand high make you feel it like some pop rocks

All I care about is her in Yellow striped crop tops

Never take my eyes off her even if the cop stops