What?
What?
Bones
SESH
Lean
Sad Boys
Yeah
Huh?
What?
Huh?
Uh
What?
What?
TeamSESH, Sad Boys, teardrops falling
Im crying on the beat so its safe to say Im balling
Rap Shawn Hunter, all the bitches think Im gorgeous
They say the flow magic, Im looking like a shaman
Young white punk, got that switchblade in my pocket
Im looking for the prophet, the bass stay knocking
When I stay flocking, the pimp keep flowing
You saying that you out here, but Bones dont know you
Im stepping on the scene, bitch its me and Yung Lean
Dem Franchize Boyz - white skin, white teeth
Ice cubes in my glass of my Arizona tea
Codeine waterfalls, baptized in the pink
Marble on the floor, white granite on the counter 
Number one stunning in that baby blue Prowler 
Backstreet boys in the alleyway, smoking
SESH be the team till the casket closes, boy
Tears rolling down my face
In the night time creeping, gripping tight around my blade
Tears rolling down my face
In the night time creeping, gripping tight around my blade
Tears rolling down my face
In the night time creeping, grip tight around my blade
Tears rolling down my face
In the night time creeping, grip tight around my blade
Crying blood from my eyes, crying blood from my eyes
Young tears, fucking hoes in a Bape mask disguise
Lean and Bones ripping on the kidney stones
Ray Golden playing trombone
Got yo bitch in my bed, you can still hear her moan
No one likes a bitch if she looking like Ke$ha
TeamSESH and Sad Boys, you know we do it better 
Get the cheddar, you bitches should have fed her
I sat through with her while shes wetter, you will find I look fresher
Pull my heart out my sleeve 
Living a fantasy dream
If you wake up being you, can I wake up being me?
If you wake up being you, can I wake up being Lean?
Young white chubby Lean look spectacular
Fuck a hospital, my doctors called Dr. Acula
Eat her out, then I beat her down, Im savage yall
Call me Basquiat, cause I got that caviar
Tears rolling down my face
In the nighttime, make a Sad Boys logo in my face
Arizona gun in my waist
Ill be fucking with you lames till you caught up in my pace
Tears rolling down my face
In the nighttime, make a Sad Boys logo in my face
Arizona gun in my waist
Ill be fucking with you lames till you caught up in my pace
Sad Boys, Emotional Boys, 2003, shawty