[Intro]
Census, what you cooking?

[Chorus]
I get money on the road, I get money in my state
So much money from the show, took a bitch down, I need no date
And we just having fun, we kids after all
But I don't wanna have fun without you
I just fucked this ho’ in London, now she blowing up my phone
I might have to block her number just so she leave me alone
If we talking 'bout our love, then I could write a million songs
Baby, tell me what I gotta do to get you out them tho-oh-ong
Bae, I'm jaded from smoking on this stro-oh-ong
We get so stressed out, I don’t rap, I'm making poems
Bitch, I make art, I don't sing songs
Just came back from this lil' show until I (?) bitches home
What a rockstar

[Verse]
Sippin' on codeine, I don't (Yeah)
Fried out of my mind (Mind)
Life just feel so much better when I'm high
Baby, I won't lie, when I look into your eyes
It’s like a hundred thousand fireflies
But I’m gone right now, not here today
I'm gone right now, tryna’ love away
If it was different, I would take you to a pretty oasis
Away, away
[Chorus]
I get money on the road, I get money in my state
So much money from the show, took a bitch down, I need no date
And we just having fun, we kids after all
But I don't wanna have fun without you
I just fucked this ho' in London, now she blowing up my phone
I might have to block her number just so she leave me alone
If we talking 'bout our love, then I could write a million songs
Baby, tell me what I gotta do to get you out them tho-oh-ong
Bae, I’m jaded from smoking on this stro-oh-ong
We get so stressed out, I don't rap, I'm making poems
Bitch, I make art, I don't sing songs
Just came back from this lil' show until I (?) bitches home
What a rockstar