Drop City Yacht Club - Surf's Up lyrics

[Intro] I'm just sitting at home going crazy Mama won't let me go out with my baby I just wanna get drunk On Saturday night, la la la. [Verse 1] Why k** time when I can k** a brain cell? And get dumb high 'cuz I don't handle fame well Never take a L You would think that I gave birth to Satan with the way that I can waste L's Yeah, I ain't never been an angel Love a girl with a**, I pay attention to detail (Haaa) I'm so rotten. Got p**y on my brain, I'mma box in Yeah, I got Cali in my muh'f**in' pocket The sun is always up 'cuz the rain's in my wallet. Yeah, so many guns here, but none can get it poppin' All the glitz look the same, that he thinks he shops at Dolla' Dolla' I keep my money on trees, and have goons collect in the autumn California grown, but to the world I'm a problem When girls see my dick, They bend and applaud him. You would think that I'm rich By the party full of hoes that are looking for dick. [Hook] (First, First, First) First name Tom, Last name Foolery Looking for your girl, She prolly by the pool with me Tell'em surf's up, surf's up, surf's up Tell'em, tell'em, surf's up, surf's up [Verse 2] You haven’t heard the news? Its what they calling fresh So all you clones getcha phones out And call collects So with all respect Yall been writing too long See your mouth water every time we write a new song Really fool? Too wong? U-haul, move on We got it down to a tee like oolong Ladies get your ooh on Haters get your boo on Funny how these ghosts hold grudges like Ju-on You’re so earth, I’m so lunar Chilling in the clouds in my castle like Kumar Game so Fubar House party champs Taking all your girls Breaking all your lamps Yeah see I could use a little shy, bro Like puff puff pa**, eyes low The coolest in the party HA! I know So when you see in the streets, motherf**ers [Hook] [Verse 3] So then I f**ing walked in the party, Looking so charming Owner of the crib is wishing he never called me. First name Wolf, but last name is Raunchy Got girls taking all the clothes up off me Hey Jude, I'm a young Paul McCartney House full of zombies, tryna find a heartbeat Start it up (Start it up) Pa** me the car keys Party's up front, Put the babies in the car seat. (Surf's Up. Drop Low, Juke Box, Rock Roll) [Hook]