D.F.T.T. (feat. Mink)
I told myself what we doing
What are we doing
What you wanna do
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
Long I been waiting
Train's leaving the station
Eighths into the J's, twist
Time to get faded
Brothers right beside me
Never tripping, you can try me
And my girl, she is a skater
On my rail she stay grinding
Open the door, ha
Already know, uh
How it's gon go, Blowing some dough
While I'm, blowing this dro
She asking how many I rolled, She N.E.O.N.O
Cuz we've got nothing to do but get fucked up
It's not hard to explain this shit,
Someone passed me Jameson and I forgot what day it is
We be out in Amsterdam, we be in LA wit it
Name the cost, I paid that shit
Got bars hot like volcano spit
My boy just brought a kegger in
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
I'm getting fucked up with my Dad
Damn, man he's really rad
Forget all of those days you were sad
Woah, woah, oh
Man, I've done that hard shit
Tryna cope with hardships
Gave no care to caution
A couple friends we lost em
Learned and worked a lot, now I be strapped up to a rocket
Like Harden
Now the things we rolling up, I grew em in my garden
I got flights of stairs I'm running up
Me and YERO sipping double cups
Out in Vegas before we double up
Throw dice, parlay cut and run
I got 5 on it like I'm Yuk
Tailgate down on the back of the truck
I got 12 cold corona to drink
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
Haha, thank you for the party, thank you
Oh, I'm so fucked up
We got fucked up, thank you
Oh man I'm so fucked up
Thank you
I'm so fucked up
Thank you for the party
So fucked up, yeah
We got fucked up
Thank you
Sick
Don't forget the thumb
Haha
What are we doing
What you wanna do
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
Long I been waiting
Train's leaving the station
Eighths into the J's, twist
Time to get faded
Brothers right beside me
Never tripping, you can try me
And my girl, she is a skater
On my rail she stay grinding
Open the door, ha
Already know, uh
How it's gon go, Blowing some dough
While I'm, blowing this dro
She asking how many I rolled, She N.E.O.N.O
Cuz we've got nothing to do but get fucked up
It's not hard to explain this shit,
Someone passed me Jameson and I forgot what day it is
We be out in Amsterdam, we be in LA wit it
Name the cost, I paid that shit
Got bars hot like volcano spit
My boy just brought a kegger in
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
I'm getting fucked up with my Dad
Damn, man he's really rad
Forget all of those days you were sad
Woah, woah, oh
Man, I've done that hard shit
Tryna cope with hardships
Gave no care to caution
A couple friends we lost em
Learned and worked a lot, now I be strapped up to a rocket
Like Harden
Now the things we rolling up, I grew em in my garden
I got flights of stairs I'm running up
Me and YERO sipping double cups
Out in Vegas before we double up
Throw dice, parlay cut and run
I got 5 on it like I'm Yuk
Tailgate down on the back of the truck
I got 12 cold corona to drink
Cuz we've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
We've got nothing to do
We've got nothing to do, but get fucked up
Fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, get fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, get fucked up, fucked up
Haha, thank you for the party, thank you
Oh, I'm so fucked up
We got fucked up, thank you
Oh man I'm so fucked up
Thank you
I'm so fucked up
Thank you for the party
So fucked up, yeah
We got fucked up
Thank you
Sick
Don't forget the thumb
Haha
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Godfrey
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Other Album Tracks
- Throwback (feat. Shawn Yanez & Damien Gibson)
- Why They Pay Me (feat. Damien Gibson)
- D.F.T.T. (feat. Mink)
- The Runaround (feat. Shawn Yanez)
- Blue Pieces of Paper (feat. Yero)
- Lofty Ambitions
- Changed Up (feat. Damien Gibson & Tay Stello)
- Light Speed (feat. Damien Gibson & Vaidehi Amair)
- Toes in the Sand (feat. Damien Gibson & Trianna Feruza)
- Poison on Her Tongue (feat. Damien Gibson)
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