[Intro] Could you (Could you) try (Ooh, now, now, now) To remember what you said tonight Do you remember how high we was? (Ooh, boy) If I, if I don't want to say sorry (If I don't want to) Then nigga, I won't (Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya) Motherfuck a high road (Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya) As it closes
[Verse 1] Who touchin' now, who touchin' now, who touchin' my bag? You're hurtin' me bad, I ain't seen the glass, it's the summer I ain't going bad, better believe in that, had to creep in fast Think I'm finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh
[Chorus] I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep (You gotta pass the thing over her) I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gon' catch up to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I) I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep (You gotta pass the thing over her) I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gon' catch up to me (West Side, red, red wine)
[Verse 2] I can't sleep next to no one Who don't look like, who don't look like you And all my girlfriends, they tell me "Well you would've been better if you picked someone who was just like you" (Who touchin' now, who touchin' now, who touchin' my mind?)
[Interlude] You gotta pass the thing over her Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I (Microphone check, check, one, two) You gotta pass the thing over her (Microphone check, check, one, two) Yeah, shawty, West Side, yeah, West Side, shawty Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3] I'm stuck in the van with a mask on Think about taking my life, but the plan's wrong Think about finding a way to make the sand go, gone I need another song to sing along to Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard Going to his concerts, no mask, singing every word I think it's kinda crazy how my life panned out I think it sucks that you and I ain't work out I used to sleep on Jon's couch, saying I'll be out this bitch sooner than later 17, I said I was gon' make some shit that was gon' be bigger than the FADER I wanna be Paramount I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked I thought a brother was cute He was older than his dawg, I was breaking the rules I was a flaming faggot, that's what the principal called me Not to my face, but I felt when I was stuck in his office I'm just a, I'm just another American problem, my nigga Uh, uh, yeah, uh Another American problemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
