[Chorus]
Tryna find my way out of this hell, you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good, that's how it turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck, and if I said I did, I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my bank look like a phone number
Running through the gas it got me feeling like a old Hummer
Acting like you grown, but you ain't ever even owned nothing
Tell me life a movie, now this shit keep getting Dumb and Dumber
Need my spinach to look like Popeye when I pop out in that West Summer
[Verse]
Undercover '99, smoking on that '85
Left behind the pieces, I just had to go reorganize
I been feeling so defined, and getting short of time
Bitch, you better get in line, I bet you ain't learn to take your time
We all know I'm so damn fried, but y'all be hella burnt
You ain't even certified, you better get some work
I ain't even got a job, and I ain't tryna brag
Had to shed a tear and wipe it off with my Miyake rag
Feeling like the Rock, I'm walking tall, bitch, I ain't walking back
Looking like I'm talking to a wall, can't let it block our path
Sitting on the fence, 'cause nowadays you know I'm hopping that
Ain't even worried 'bout this shit, 'cause life a joke, so I just gotta laugh
[Chorus]
Tryna find my way out of this hell, you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good, that's how it turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck, and if I said I did, I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my bank look like a phone number
Running through the gas it got me feeling like a old Hummer
Acting like you grown, but you ain't ever even owned nothing
Tell me life a movie, now this shit keep getting Dumb and Dumber
Need my spinach to look like Popeye when I pop out in that West Summer