(Oh, shit)
(Oh, shit)
Yo, I'm a sharpshooter
Little do she know her boy's a pro song crooner
Sings a pretty song, remind her of the good times
Sings a sad song, remind her that she's on his mind
You got the smiley face but I'm the one who's yellow
Solely fading into red, a not-so-friendly fellow
I hit the party anyway to turn up with my friends
I f*cked up spinning 'round and 'round
I think I'm gon' be sick
(Hear that Benny hit) yo, who's this guy?
Yeah, let's go
I'm still touring in Japan
They call me Mocky-san, they like to stan (I love you, too)
I drop a matakubranei, that's how you say
I'll be back with the world's biggest backpack (love you Japan)
Spread your wings like an eagle or an Osprey
'Cause this is music, not cosplay (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So you can hold the cheese on those NFTs
'Cause I'm a triple threat, arm bass, drums, and keys
Marc, yo, I'm at work right now, homie
I told Benny the same thing
You just gotta let her know how you feel
(Oh, shit)
Been such a long time since I seen your smile (damn, I miss it)
Let me think about it for a minute
Let me think about it for a while
I can't shake the memory, memory of you on my mind
All I wanna do is smoke a joint with you
And kiss you one last time
(Oh, shit)
Been such a long time since I seen your smile (damn, I miss it)
Let me think about it for a minute
Let me think about it for a while
I can't shake the memory, memory of you on my mind (yeah)
All I wanna do is smoke a joint with you
And kiss you one last time