[Intro]
One take...
Durbulence
Durbulence, Durbulence, Durbulence!
Yeah, yeah...
Durbulence...
YF, YF...
Okay...

(Is mayonnaise an instrument?)
(No, Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument...)

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna go to Arizona State
I just looked through 50 thousand college envelopes today
What’s to say, I don't drop out and start wilin’ out, I’ll be on MTV
Matter fact, i just might stay in school and get myself an A, hey
Tryna go to Arizona State, my preference beautiful
I don’t wanna get a degree and work in a cubicle!
(I could go freelance… I could work from home. That’d be tight.)
Look look
Y’all the type to eat pork skins
Y’all the type to go in parking lots and take a picture where the Porsche is
Y’all the type to screenshot a girl’s n***s… (where's the respect?)
I beat you till you black and blue, my punches pack in twos
Cause I’m the type to eat Kobe Beef
I’m the type to tell my girl she beautiful and that she means the most to me
I'm gon' write her poetry, I’m gon' hold her close to me
And if my phone breaks I'm gon' call her and talk on rotary

[Chorus]
Highkey tho, I be lonely (what?)
I put alone in Catalonia (okay)
I put the pain in Spain (I’m sad)
I put the bars in Barcelona (that's true!)
I think I’ll stay in Arizona (that's true!)
Cause my mind state in Arizona (that's true!)
Yeah, yeah
Cause my mind state in Arizona
But highkey tho, I be lonely (ooh!)
I put alone in Catalonia (that's true)
I put the pain in Spain, I’m sad
I put the bars in Barcelona (okay!)
I think I’ll stay in Arizona (okay!)
My mind state in Arizona (okay!)
Yeah, yeah
She text me dry as Arizona

[Verse 2]
Tryna go to Arizona State, get a diploma
Eat some tacos, chill with some Mexicans like Ramona (Shantler!)
Play some music, listen to Thugger scream “I’m a stoner!”
(My name is Doug and I have mesothelioma)
I'm tryna go to Arizona State, my preference Asian
Tryna own an island in a year, maybe Cayman
Tryna own Galapagos, Galapagod, that’s Cayden
Sing like Nina Simone, I see the future like Raven (whoo!)
Get back right into it, I’m on the come up like mucus
I’m sick just like a cough, I’m like a plant how I’m rooted (photosynthesis)
Trying to hate on me I block it and then remove it (Get owned)
If you make a claim, then homie you got to prove it
Step ne: Walk into class
Step Two: I break the glass (Is mayonnaise an instrument?)
Step Three: Expect the least (Brewster Durbin, he weak!)
Step Four: Save the best for last, like yeah, yeah, yeah (No, Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument.)