When I imagine myself on acid

I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself

Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crownDon′t-don't-don′t-don't let life pass yourself

When I imagine myself on acid

I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself

Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown

Don't-don′t-don′t-don't let life pass yourself

I could′ve got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries

That′s a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys

Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownin′ shit

And I like makin' shit, and I like sellin' it

Could′ve peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans

Could′ve took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand

You don′t gotta leave for them to define you, 'cause what could you demand?

When everybody out to define you without a circumstance

Anybody got Harry Styles′ phone number?

Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number

I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreamin' of better days

I don′t see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days

If you got a problem with me, try some other guy

I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive

But really, though, I'm alone, ′cause I don′t stick around

And, yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down

I would keep this shit pent up if it weren′t for my mom

If it weren't for Dijon, yeah, I don′t like to lie

Guess it sounds out the month

Should've opened up my mouth more

Show ′em what my fist for, let 'em get a fistful

Caught up in the lust, man

Bred from the legs of straight killers on best end

Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo' feet stand?

We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

Keep it wild for me

Wild, wild, homie

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

Keep it wild for me

Wild, wild, homie

Baby, I been trippin′ off ′em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won′t elevate again

Baby, I been trippin' off ′em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won′t elevate again

I'm a shithead son

And I'm bad at growin′ up

I′m a shithead son

And I'm bad at growin′ up

My life ain't been the same since my dog died, since my girl left

I quit drinkin′ and druggin' and still can′t get ahead

Been at a loss for words

It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed

It′s all a test, scream at God from my bedside

I glue my hands together, life′s got me hog-tied

There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car

And a new house—here′s the cost to prove it

I spin a little wheel when I'm feelin′ moody

And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock

Because my heart is tickin′, I smoke a pack a day, and

I wish I didn't, havin' some trouble quittin′

I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland

I was hardly in it, most the time I′m hidden

Anxious, impatient and always wantin' somethin′ different

I hate the way I'm feelin′, I'm sick of chasin′ feelin's

Baby, I been trippin' off ′em, tie me up and send ′em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

Baby, I been trippin′ off 'em, tie me up and send ′em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again