Oh yeah, this my shit
Both hands on my dick
Coke and whatever's gon' mix
I ain't really picky I just wanna get tipsy
R.I.P to them days
When I wasn't chased like Bieber and
Days when I couldn't even imagine being friends
With these types of girls now I leave with them
Standing on the edge of this crowd
Music in the air so loud
Lost you somewhere in the night
Got to get you back on my side
Take out my phone
I'm calling you up
But all I hear is
But all I hear is
Oh yeah, put my feet up
Chillin' so hard that I'll probably need a
Parka and a scarf, when I start pulling knobs
Like I'm some kind of parking meter
They all wanna catch up
But I just want to see ya
So I'm looking through my cell phone
Cause I feel like I need ya
Standing on the edge of this crowd
Music in the air so loud
Lost you somewhere in the night
Got to get you back on my side
Take out my phone
I'm calling you up
But all I hear is
But all I hear is
