Malibu

[Intro]

The good times can be a trap

Oh, yeah (Ha-ha-ha)

Oh, hell no (Yeah, yeah)

Not here (Stück scheiße)

Check myself into rehab (Yeah)

Yeah

Uhm, I might die before I detox

You piece of shit

Now that's a bar

I'ma save that one for a little bit (You piece of shit)

But let me come in with—with somethin' else, you feel me?

(Yeah, yeah; here we go)

[Verse 1]

It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops (Woo)

And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (K-ch, blaow)

I might die before I detox

This ain't high school, no little Asian I can cheat off (Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)

We keep chiefin' while police watch (Woo)

Loss in vibration, sirens blowin' up the weed spot (Ha, yeah)

The Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops

Chasin' after gangsters but they never find the G-spot (Oh)

I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow (Die)

At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow (Find)

But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow (Oh my God)

As she cries in sorrow (Oh my God)

She just needs some time to borrow, she'll be smilin' by tomorrow

Everything will be so fine tomorrow (Yeah)

Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow

Come say "Hi" to Morrow (Hello)

[Interlude]

Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Here I am

Oh, I know you see me

Here I am, yeah

And I'll be damned if this ain't some shit, but here I am

[Verse 2]

I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on (Ching)

Let's hold hands and sing the Bible, that's a violent psalm

The high is strong, eyes-low, ride along

Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon (Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)

(Kill me) Oh, I'm the bomb (Hell yeah)

Literally back away, I'm the bomb (Ka-plow)

Let me get my lion on (Growl)

Yeah, okay

Eighty-five grand get you a heavy-ass wrist (Bling)

They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it (Ah)

A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff (Uh)

On the phone, probably yellin' at Rich (Come on, man)

Say, double the money (Double the money), please, double the money (Double the money)

Triple the problems, double the money

They was all laughin', it wasn't that funny (Haha)

I started fuckin' with drugs, and now I'm a junkie

The U-S of A, I fuck with my country (Salute)

But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie (Oh, oh)

I'm thinkin' 'til my brain pops

Spittin' is a cakewalk (Woah)

I'm just a rapper, guess I'm stickin' to my day job (Woo)

Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop

Everything is A-1, steak sauce (Haha)

[Outro]

(Oh, thank God)

Goddamnit (Thank God)

Thank God

Here I am, and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Here I am, and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit