yea I get it with my homies I kill it in the city surrounded by phoneies young like I'm morty kick with no beat, I'll do this even when I'm forty sing about love with no actual knowledge bring my chest up so yall know its solid your eyes are my favourite things in sight I could meet you at night and be your knight you got them dirt coloured eyes I'll say it on this track and you'll never hear it ,I'm that wise screw it won't you smile your so sexy I may just die put your hand on my chest and feel my heart beat through my vest there is no heat let's have intellectual conversations I'm sorry if you wanna talk about teen things my mind from a different nation