[Intro]
(Beam me up Scotty)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
And this the same moon got back from 2 a.m
Who again? I lost my thoughts inside gorilla glue
My brain is sticky like my hands roasted [?] again
Cooling out the back of [?] McDonald's with the crew again
We not letting noobies in (No, no)
This shit run 6 years deep
Just remember Swaine and me were walking these streets
Till it hurt, peep the creasin on the sbs
Shooting threes like maybe one of them would go in
We were trash but even then we knew if you'd work then
You just might win
Home again for late din (Sorry)
Momma yelled to stay in
But I know that we both know that ain't happenin’
I take break to sit and smoke a spliff
And wash the backwoods with sips of gin (Woah, yeah)
That link the kin, what’s up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I got a comfy life (This life)
My person just what I like (Just what I like)
I can't control what I do, in the moon
No, my soul gets rowdy at night
[Verse 2]
Old navy boot cut pants
I don't got money to flex
My homies thinkin' the club
But I don't got money to dance
I got online demand
'Fore you click on some tracks
It's gonna help you expand
I'm living repost feature life
I'll tell you that it don't please the wife (No)
She work all day to call me
Then I'm always working nights (Yeah)
Sometimes she can confide in me
When she not feeling right
It hurts to know I caused
So I'm gonna make her future bright
But now I'm guttered (Damn)
If I copped new wheels
Then I would be talking back the bike
I don't mean no motorcycle
I mean step up from the trike
It's garbage, still get stolen overnight
Well, at least I copped it without any help
I copped a lot of things despite the lack of wealth
My schedule is perfectly conflicting with my friends
So it's always karaoke night at bars by myself (It's true)
Maybe that's the reason why I took music off the shelf (Ayy, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a comfy life (I got one, ayy)
My person just what I like (What I like)
I can't control what I do, in the moon
No, my soul gets rowdy at night
One more
I got a comfy life
My person just what I like
I can't control what I do, in the moon
No, my soul gets rowdy at night

[Outro]
Yeah
Real rowdy (Yeah)
Real, real rowdy
That's realer shit
Realer spit, ayy