Sometimes I feel like we're way too close I'm outta my head while you outta your clothes I think nobody cares and I think everyone knows about us All those fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy She swears on a broken heart, this'll be the end of me No it will not, you make me feel like shit But I still love you, know what you can do, know what you can do Hit me up sometimes Hit me up at random Hit me up on Monday Uh, who the fuck told you that you were all that? They got it all wrong, like really hard math I'm too wild for the life you tryna lead You eatin' vegan, doin' yoga while I'm smokin' weed I'm poppin' bottles with the fammo in the strip club You waitin' up all night cause I forgot my keys Uh, I'm throwin' ones at a dancer girl Phone buzzin' but I'm too buzzed to answer it I'm just doin' me exactly how I wanna, marijuana and liquor from Tijuana I can't help it, I'm younger and gettin' drunker than ever and passin' out with a blunt lit in a new Gucci sweater Wassup hoe Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan The houses of the holy gettin' renovated She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple She on some holy shit, I'm handsome as a devil Sometimes I feel like we're way too close I'm outta my head while you outta your clothes I think nobody cares and I think everyone knows about us All those fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy She swears on a broken heart, this'll be the end of me No it will not, you make me feel like shit But I still love you, know what you can do, know what you can do Hit me up sometimes Hit me up at random Hit me up on Monday All those fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy Fire rains from the sky hail Satan, hail Satan This'll be the end of me All these fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy Fire rains from the sky hail Satan, hail Satan This'll be the end of me All these fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy Fire rains from the sky hail Satan, hail Satan This'll be the end of me All these fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy Fire rains from the sky hail Satan, hail Satan This'll be the end of me- Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan The houses of the holy gettin' renovated She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple She on some holy shit, I'm handsome as a devil Sometimes I feel like we're way too close I'm outta my head while you outta your clothes I think nobody cares and I think everyone knows about us All those fucking phone calls, what a waste of energy She swears on a broken heart, this'll be the end of me No it will not, you make me feel like shit But I still love you, know what you can do, know what you can do Hit me up sometimes Hit me up at random Hit me up on Monday