| I just, I |
| I just, I |
| I get overwhelmed |
| Aye-yi |
| Aye-yi-I |
| She says get out your head |
| Get over yourself |
| Woah, oh oh |
| I hate crowded places |
| I’m anxious |
| I like counting faces |
| Until I’m anxious |
| Crack open a whole new pint |
| When I’m anxious |
| They both want to stay the night |
| I’m anxious |
| All your kisses poison |
| Like I mix this poison |
| I came through to pipe |
| Like I came to fix your toilet |
| In the Porsche with a portal gun |
| Like Justin Roiland |
| I throw them hundreds to the sky |
| Like it’s a boy! |
| Gender reveal In the strip club |
| Siracha my dimsum |
| Face so pretty on my newest bitch |
| Hey, tell my exes that it’s nothing against them |
| Hey, throw a Bentley bentayga on the business card it’s a tax exemption |
| She love my dick so much |
| She made your relationship into a friendship |
| Talking to the voice recognition in the rolls |
| Like a clairvoyant |
| Two things I remember for life |
| My first Rollie first Jordan’s |
| All the secrets that I shared with my first love |
| Still give me paranoia |
| And my first Gucci belt |
| Made me feel like Oscar De La Hoya |
| I hate crowded places |
| I’m anxious |
| I like counting faces |
| Until I’m anxious |
| Crack open a whole new pint |
| When I’m anxious |
| They both want to stay the night |
| I’m anxious |
| Okay what? |
| She said why should I |
| Jump in slide the lamb |
| Why not? Let’s ride around and see Rotterdam |
| I, just wanna lay you down |
| And put it in your diaphragm |
| Know you love to spy around |
| Okay, my models all Russian |
| Love my tings in London |
| She asked me can I teach her man how to beat it |
| Like a genius deconstructed |
| Bring a diplomat to the tarmac |
| Semi automatics through customs |
| Shawty bad bad but she mad |
| Cause I need the carfax before I bust her |
| Okay I love your aroma |
| Yeah, I love your persona |
| I don’t want to dive in that too quick |
| Cause you might got corona |
| I had a hundred k |
| Way before I had a diploma |
| Twelve was tryna meet the quota |
| I was tryna cure glaucoma |
| Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I hate crowded places |
| I’m anxious |
| I like counting faces |
| Until I’m anxious |
| Crack open a whole new pint |
| When I’m anxious |
| They both want to stay the night |
| I’m anxious |
| I, I just, I |
| I get overwhelmed |
| Aye-yi |
| Aye-yi-I |
| She says get out your head |
| Get over yourself |
| Woah, oh oh |