[Verse 1] It's your boy, but I don't gender identify, so, it's your person I've been put into working to be politically correct Watch Michelle on the television set, I get politically erect Oops, I'm an inform, damn I'm such a wreak I can never get the words straight off the plate Find myself eating turds once you heard just the sh** I've been spitting to the birds and the bears and the bees Plus two, know if it was up to you know I'd probably plea the fifth, silent in this b**h [?] Ain't know these hipster kids, now I couldn't catch my grip And the buzz last long with this f**ing hash wax Your buzz 'bout as long as a damn [?] And your girl's [?] (Wait, hold on, send that back) Yeah, but love is so elusive This sh** is so collusive too Check Rinding in this Subaru, the attitude is Schoolboy Q You're out the cubicles, a queue to act stupid Get f**ing stoned like you're staring at Medusa PJ got the week with the money from the ? [?] Rhyming off the top of my head just like a crew cut Like I got [?] This ain't Sammy Adams [?] [?] Who, why, when, where, why b**h I do stuff [Chorus] Everywhere I go I kick the pebbles on the road I drink my coffee until it's cold I'm so manic Every night alone, Facebook and my iPhone I realize I'm not alone and I can't stand it [Verse 2] I don't pop Tom Ford or rock Molly I mean I pop Molly and rock Tom Ford too Trying to get my grind down dancing at Electric Zoo Sweating so much so I'm taking off this f**ing suit [?] Danger, danger, I'm dying in this f**ing pool [Bridge] Dialing my dad with eyes dilated (how you hanging) Dehydrated like hydrangeas in the desert [?], but whatever, feel validated (I'm glad you made it) I'm glad I made it too (Here's your payment) Well, ok then [Verse 3] Yeah Put on Magna Carta I better start a start-up This sh**'s about to start up Credit cards will cut the hardest hearts in half Have not and have a whole f**ing lot Rolling sip and rolling rock till the last body drop Chemists cut the crash crops Still feeling like a champion City never sleep [?] The Hamptons Hand over hand cause I took the geeks for ransom Made them made technology, acknowledge me [Pre-Chorus] I got a college degree at making people follow me (What's your star-up) It's an app for kids that wanna rap You can make strip club songs 'bout the trap (what's that) It's something to do with being addicted to crack (do you use it) Yeah, I used it on this track Ironic whit kid who drink his coffee all black and still lingers in the past [Chorus] Everywhere I go I kick the pebbles on the road I drink my coffee until it's cold I'm so manic Every night alone, Facebook and my iPhone I realize I'm not alone and I can't stand it