medusa (putcha dukes up!)

Hello
Shy High, do tricks, stay mellow
Time waster, cheap wine taster
Flip more birds than a hippie off scherms in a canopy van
Can you hand me my chaser?

I wasn't really underdressed
But my pants stay hangin', backpack swangin' (swangin')
But my eyes saw her and my wheels took off
Like two kids underneath the bleachers got caught

Baby had the
Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa
Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up

Yo, yo, she's looking over here
She's looking bro, look (you said what?)
Bro I'm 'bouta say something (oh yeah?)
I'ma say something (let's see it, bro)
Watch this, bro (let's see it)
Watch this

Yeah
And now I'm looking at the pavement
Walkin' on my heels like a caveman
Shoulda worn a sweatshirt that doesn't have a stain on the neckline
This is just the beater
Looking at her friend, I would really like to be her (weirdo)

No no no, I was trying to say like I wanna be close to her and shit
You know what I mean? (The fuck does that mean?)

But when we get together I'ma put the shit down like feather
We could catch a matinee at the Regal
Said to lock my eyes on better, but I know better
When the hard to get shit's so lethal

Baby had an energy like symphony strings
Played Madvillainy, she's still feelin' me
I don't know much about shit, but you could kick it with me
I got some lemonade and hella old records to play

Baby had the
Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa
Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up
Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa
Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up

Yeah
And then she start askin' (she start askin')
All of these questions (all of these questions)
I really can't answer (I can't answer)
I really can't (I really can't)
Like, what is your life plan (life plan?)
And what is your future (what is your future?)
I can't answer (I can't answer)
I really can't (I really can't)

I'm caught up in the motion
Hands keep grabbin' new potions
My friend group not helping
Streetlight milestones
Shorty had the jeans with the rhinestones
That is not my preference

Baby had a few opportunities she didn't pick up on
Hope she learned that lesson
Text me when you get a little more invested
That's how it always happens

Baby had the
Long hair, pretty eyes like Medusa
Shorty turned me to a softie, now putcha dukes up

Then my skin got grey
And my eyes got haze
And my brain went blue
I don't feel my face
When I look at you
I cannot see shit
And my shoes went glue
And my hand went fist
And my hand went

This is not okay
Can you pull me out?
If you can push me in
Then you can pull me out
We could build a life
I could build a house
I'd put some furniture in it
You could pick it out
You could pick it, fuck

You could be the person I look up at when I'm slipping downhill
Found grippin', sound trippin'
And you brought the Advil, mad trill
But when I made it off the ground tilt
And looked in your brown eyes
My body went mad still