Wake up in the morning and I turn my swag on

Hit my boy Jack, like, what′s happening?

Gotta show him new songs that I rapped onEvery single lyric could be a caption

Then we out the house 'cause we gotta make moves

Even when it′s hot, still feel too cool

Seen a couple dudes tryna do what I do

But when you go up against me, you lose

Spending too much time online, I hit delete

Need to go outside, think I wanna hit the beach

Maybe New York, tryna see what I can see

Walk around playing Tribe album number three

Feeling like Rue running all through the streets

Staying up for, like, three days, no sleep

'Cause thе new songs got my bros like—

But I said all I got to say for now so cut the bеat

I just wanna make you move

Jump in the air, take your feet out your shoes

I think it's time that we shook up the room

Fuck what you sayin′, I don′t mean to be rude

But I just do wanna do what I like to do

I told him call me if he wants something new

If you got a girl, go ahead, bring her, too

We can dance all night, take the party to your room

'Cause I′m really just up to no good

On a crazy high, I can't really lose

When I′m this happy, you can't fuck up mood

But if you try, I′m like, "What the hell, dude?"

Never wanna be what these girls try to be

Always set tone, always keep the light on me

Know you love the song, yeah, I know you love the beat

So, baby girl, don't be afraid to me move your feet

Hope you doin' good kid, I been bugging out

Kids goin′ crazy for the words that leave my mouth

See us on tour from the north to the south

Don′t keep it digital, come and let it out

Come and let it out, yeah

Come and let it out, yeah, yeah

Come and let it out

Don't keep it digital, come and let it out

I like hanging in the parking lot

Last girlfriend I had, man, she talked a lot

Said she only wanna marry if I fly her to Rio

But whoever said that I ever really wanted to be your man?

I want a sports car with the seats all tan

My ex′s life got me like feelin' like, "Oh, damn"

I want a house, but I need a hundred grand

Wanna blow up, but I don′t need your hand

Hop with me up in this digital world

I know that you're original, girl

I wanna get your digits in my

Flip phone ′cause I like digital girls

I don't text back 'cause I get drunk

Let′s get wild, let′s get real dumb

I'm just tryna have good real fun

If the cops show up, just dip and run

Hope you doin′ good kid, I been bugging out

Kids goin' crazy for the words that leave my mouth

See us on tour from the north to the south

Don′t keep it digital, come and let it out

Come and let it out, yeah

Come and let it out, yeah, yeah

Come and let it out

Don't keep it digital, come and let it out

I walked around Brooklyn two weeks and I didn′t see Chance Murphy at all, man

What the fuck?

(Digital, digital, digital)