lofi 1

i don't understand what's going on

it's uncanny

i'd never guess you were a robot

in some 'preme loafers

roll a o' of doja on the sofa

aye

i'm mixing syrup with the soda

smoking an abundance of chronic straight up out the bong

and

the last time i checked my bank account was full as my lungs

i ain't tryna get too fucked up

2 fours gonna pour 2 cups up

boof pack gonna roll 2 blunts up

shawty hit my phone like ayye-yo what's up?"