Pull up to the function in a [?]
Might be middle seat when I arrive there
Dirt all on my kicks but it don't matter
I bet she lick it off them is I ask her
Hollywood nights in the hills
I love her off of molly, I don't know if that's real, yeah
Flooding, I wish that I had guilt
I just hope I got some Advil
Cause these nights get mad real
Cause these nights get mad real
You try to get on to get on
We do not condone a Debbie Downer
You be hella shy into your shell
'Til you playin' with your nose off the chowder
Burgundy nights in the hills
I did these shrooms, there ain't no tellin' what's real
Flooding, I wish that I had guilt
Wishing I could make time stand still
Cause these nights get mad real
Cause these nights get mad real
These nights
Seem to get harder to remember
Every time we end one
Wake up early never knowing where we finna end up
I'm tryna f*ck if you still up
I heard about your angst, I hope you heal up
But what that gotta do with?
Me and you, shit, you just some [?] you used to fool with
You learned, you grew, we could talk and do, I'll listen
It's actually rare, I'm so stingy with my attention
Slide through when you come and visit
We get too twisted you get it twisted
I think you're filling me with all of these kisses
I don't think you think
You're hot
I know I'm hot but you're-you're f*ckin'
You're pretty faded, right?
It's me now
It's-I didn't peer pressure you to do anything
I mean, that's insane
Don't point the finger
Don't-don't-the police, what?
You're in front of my house