Intro:

Jared PM PM PM

Chorus:

So the other night, I let my phone die

I ain't worried 'bout a thing and I don't know why

If I missed your call, don't be mad at me

It ain't my fault it's the dead battery

Dead battery, dead battery

It ain't my fault, don't get mad at me

Dead battery, dead battery

It ain't my fault it's the dead battery no no

Verse 1:

Said I don't really dance

I'm posted on the wall

(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Two red cups in my hands

I hope I don't fall

(yeah yeah) yeah

Whether in CO or CA we always turn up that's

Word to my brother that's word to my cuz we

Work hard we play hard cause balance a must my

Bags got bags and plugs got plugs

God damn, I think I'm losing mindfulness

Gettin hard to keep my eyes open

Seven shots I'm on my iphone shit

I don't even know where my phone is and

That's what I prefer, kicking game like I deferred

Sober up then I revert, conversation I'm immersed well

I might've missed some details

Just like tonight I might've missed a couple emails

But oh well

(Chorus)

Verse 2:

Said I don't know your man

And that ain't my fault

(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Cause if you got a man

Then why you on my balls?

(yeah yeah, yeah yeah) (what?)

Beat it up then dipped, now I'm sorely missed

Put your phone away please no recording this

Spit some game now we hangin like ornaments

I got head I got tail that's a quarter flip

If we scoring shit, you a 4 + 6

Baby enjoy the moment don't story this

All your friends validate and endorsing it

But the likes on your flicks really don't mean shit, damn

Let's get inappropriate

Things I would do to you, I got a grocery list

We drinking copious amounts I doubt I'll remember most of this

I'm gettin motion sick, I think I'm over-lit, uh

We get in the sheets and I put her to sleep like an opiate, now that's dope dick

(Chorus)