Wake up in the morning and I turn my swag on
Hit my boy Jack, like, what's happening?
Gotta show him new songs that I rapped on
Every single lyric could be a caption
Then we out the house 'cause we gotta make moves
Even when it's hot, still feel too cool
Seen a couple dudes tryna do what I do
But when you go up against me, you lose
Spending too much time online, I hit delete
Need to go outside, think I wanna hit the beach
Maybe New York, tryna see what I can see
Walk around playing Tribe album number three
Feeling like Rue running all through the streets
Staying up for, like, three days, no sleep
'Cause thе new songs got my bros like—
But I said all I got to say for now so cut the bеat
I just wanna make you move
Jump in the air, take your feet out your shoes
I think it's time that we shook up the room
Fuck what you sayin', I don't mean to be rude
But I just do wanna do what I like to do
I told him call me if he wants something new
If you got a girl, go ahead, bring her, too
We can dance all night, take the party to your room
'Cause I'm really just up to no good
On a crazy high, I can't really lose
When I'm this happy, you can't fuck up mood
But if you try, I'm like, "What the hell, dude?"
Never wanna be what these girls try to be
Always set tone, always keep the light on me
Know you love the song, yeah, I know you love the beat
So, baby girl, don't be afraid to me move your feet
Hope you doin' good kid, I been bugging out
Kids goin' crazy for the words that leave my mouth
See us on tour from the north to the south
Don't keep it digital, come and let it out
Come and let it out, yeah
Come and let it out, yeah, yeah
Come and let it out
Don't keep it digital, come and let it out
I like hanging in the parking lot
Last girlfriend I had, man, she talked a lot
Said she only wanna marry if I fly her to Rio
But whoever said that I ever really wanted to be your man?
I want a sports car with the seats all tan
My ex's life got me like feelin' like, "Oh, damn"
I want a house, but I need a hundred grand
Wanna blow up, but I don't need your hand
Hop with me up in this digital world
I know that you're original, girl
I wanna get your digits in my
Flip phone 'cause I like digital girls
I don't text back 'cause I get drunk
Let's get wild, let's get real dumb
I'm just tryna have good real fun
If the cops show up, just dip and run
Hope you doin' good kid, I been bugging out
Kids goin' crazy for the words that leave my mouth
See us on tour from the north to the south
Don't keep it digital, come and let it out
Come and let it out, yeah
Come and let it out, yeah, yeah
Come and let it out
Don't keep it digital, come and let it out
I walked around Brooklyn two weeks and I didn't see Chance Murphy at all, man
What the fuck?
(Digital, digital, digital)
