We can go clubbing but like I don’t really dance much

& everybody in this bitch got their hands up

I be in the back chillin with that outcasts

We like 311, cause we down bad

But it’s all good we glad to be alive

Too many homies that we had to see die

Believe i’m, tryina hold the world in place

But when i’m gone too nobody gon know my fate

Will they talk trash? am i the one they want back?

Fuck all this sad stuff, I really wanna laugh

But I can’t & it really fucking hurts me

I just wanna see shawty in that skirt plz

Then i’ll burn trees, go & crack a cold one

Freeze my ass off while it fucking snows some

Might as well, the winters here

But so I am while i’m flowing in your ear uhhhhh