I hate the beach

But I hear it calling

I hate my bitch

But i'd never cheat, it’s just my problem

Should probably leave

I think i'm gonna

My whole apartment smells like sex and marijuana

Might move my family and friends to Carolina

It's not that many friends left

And I don’t have a family either

I won't tell anyone but you might see the signs of

Its nothing left and no one left to tell, I made my mind up

How can I make a sadder song

I'm honestly glad you gone

Look who's having fun

You probably thought you're

Hot shit

Never felt like this

Overheat from the phone

High brightness

Every beat get hit like Mike bitch

Tyson, Jackson, Jordan, I'm like this

Usually I hate the beach

But nowadays I hear it calling

I can't fight it

Beg and plead, I need to get away

From the feeling being self righteous

I hate the beach

But I hear it calling

I hate my bitch

But i'd never cheat, it’s just my problem

Should probably leave

I think i’m gonna

My whole apartment smells like sex and marijuana

Might move my family and friends to Carolina

It's not that many friends left

And I don’t have a family either

I won't tell anyone but you might see the signs of

Its nothing left and no one left to tell, I made my mind up