[evan jolley:]
[Intro:]
Sitting by my thoughts, so lonely

Oh, you, ya, you do me, how you do it?
And I never wanna quit it and I buy it from the store
Said it all again and I said those words before
Don’t need love and I just want drugs
It’s all fake and I know I wanted more
Pressed xannies and I got them by the morgue
I don’t her, she’s just a skinny whore
But my friend got trucks and got a Labrador

They got lifted whips and I’m lifted
Bet you'll hate on this like you’re gifted
She just fucked on this, my apartment
Why’s your swag like this? You’re a varmint
Three’s a magic number for me
Well my purse is swaggin’ low and it’s got a double G
And I know you think you’re him, but you’re really not me
I just swagged all on your bitch in a new Margiela tee
Three’s a magic number for me
Well my purse is swaggin’ low and it’s got a double G
And I know you think you’re him, but you’re really not me
I just swagged all on your bitch in a new Margiela tee
[Lil Soda Boi:]
Mm, mm-mm
I don't rock Margiela, but I rock my head back and forth
Mm, mm-mm
Don't know what to tell you, but I left my heart on the floor
Kerosene memories, you can tell me anything
We-we
A-a-a-a
Kerosene memories, you can tell me anything
We-we
A-a-a-a
Oh, a-a
Oh, a-a-a-a
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Butterflies every night
Butterflies every night
Butterflies every night
Butterflies every night
Mm, mm-mm
I don't rock Margiela, but I rock my head back and forth
Mm, mm-mm
Don't know what to tell you, but I left my heart on the floor

[Outro:]
I don't rock Margiela, but I rock my head back and forth
Don't know what to tell you, but I left my heart on the floor