Shirtless on my couch; Lana’s got me thinkin’ ’bout
All those men I saw in Tangiers; sittin’ out
At two in the afternoon; sippin’ workman’s hues
Patio cafes be a dope boy’s—bad news

I got those DBBs
I’m talkin’ dope boy blues
It’s like a mad disease
Can’t find my shoes
I got those DBBs
I’m mockin’ Proust-tier tones
It’s like a true new ease
I already know
The Elect knows

Stoned on my couch; Pepsi’s got me thinkin’ ’bout
All those hipsters I met in Rio; hangin’ out
At two in the afternoon; singin’ workman’s blues
Espresso bars be a dope boy’s—timeless shoes

I got those DBBs
I’m talkin’ dope boy blues
It’s like a mad unease
Can’t find my shoes
I got those DBBs
I’m mockin’ Chekhov’s prose
It’s like a true new ease
I already know
The tapped show
Bein’ a good one
Should’ve never been about that
But now it’s everything
Thinkin’ like a good egg
Should’ve never come down to this
But now I’m everything

I got those DBBs
I’m talkin’ dope boy blues
It’s like a mad disease
(I) can’t find my shoes
I got those DBBs
I’m twirlin’ Tolstoy’s hues
It’s like a true new ease
I already know
All your issues

I got those DBBs
I’m talkin’ dope boy blues
It’s like a mad disease
Can’t find my shoes
I got those DBBs
I’m mockin’ toast-tier prose
It’s like a true new ease
I already know
The Elect knows
DBBs
I got them DBBs…