It Follows

Dope my cologne
It follows me like I'm Maika Monroe
I keep a freak, keep some weed in the coach
You cannot see my physique in this coat
I cannot speak to these dweebs
On my screen these comedians tweeting
They really got jokes
Flexing with rocks look at me I'm Stallone
Look at watch look at me in my zone
Oh god

So fly I go right through ceilings
Get high so that I lose feelings
Fast car, never park no chilling
Go hard till i die bruce wills
On the gas roaring, Godzilling
With my guitar and cigar bob dylan
Seeing stars, color bars, not filming
Listen man, you know what the deal is

Back by popular demand, it's me the man
Let me take you back to where to this dream began
Back before anyone text my phone like
"Yo Z where you been?"
Back when I would roll up a whole backwoods with a single gram
Back when I would post a bunch of pics hoping she'd see my gram
Back when I put visine in my eyes so I could see my gram
Back when I would lie straight to they faces say I'm seeing bands
Really I would see the letter E inside my beat sedan
Back when I would (I'm out my noodle)

Hear these voices in my head
Can't avoid it
To be joyful
I need coitus
I need bread

I got people, say they love me
Where that at tho
Are they dead
Never joining, paranoia
Putting poison
In my red (Woah)

Inside my red bull,
Inside i know that this ain't what I'm meant for
I dried my eyes and I picked up my pencil
Now let's get back to this shit 10-4

Dope my cologne
It follows me like I'm Maika Monroe
I keep a freak, keep some weed in the coach
You cannot see my physique in this coat
I cannot speak to these dweebs
On my screen these comedians tweeting
They really got jokes
Flexing with rocks look at me I'm Stallone
Look at watch look at me in my zone