Fructose

And when our summer ends
You know we got to go
'Cause when your youth starts running away
You're nothing
You're out

I like when the ladies go ride in the city
Pack an immediate punch from the pretty
Smile, fructose, wow, so plenty
Energy, don't worry

When you get too dry
You go bye-bye
And I don't wanna hear no fucking sighs
Life is life
No retry
You pack a punch
And then you fly, bye

Motherfuckers pay for pussy
I'm too young for that (Bling-bling)
It's the young gone boy
Huntin' for the cat (Yuh)
Grown ass man
Where is your awareness at (Huh?)
Hornyposting on main (On main!)
For your group of frats, uh (Frats frats)
And I get it, time goes, game changes
You done traded your looks for faces (Big bands!)
The past done left some traces
Now your neckbeard makin' you look racist (Woo!)
So
Thank god I ain't on the line (No-no-no)
Woah
When interactions start goin' down (Down down down)
Hoes
They no longer makin' big lines (Big- big lines)
Blow
Only a fiend for Whitney's thighs (Skrr)
Ouu

Rubber band man lil' farron sell a lotta xans
Trappin out my momma's house, while I watch the time pass
I ain't need a wave, but ya homie like my sound
And your bitch hit me up so I tell her buss down
I ain't goin' dry, I'm the fountain of youth
I'm a baby faced killer suckin' on big boof
And my coupe drop-top, o said fuck the roof
We runnin' out of time, shorty show me the goods
I can't have a girl, tell her life's too short
You can find a nice guy, marry a dork
All I know is fetty and making it pour
Racks on racks, but your shorty on fours

When you get too dry
You go bye-bye
And I don't wanna hear no fucking sighs
Life is life
No retry
You pack a punch
And then you fly, bye
When you get too dry
You go bye-bye
And I don't wanna hear no fucking sighs
Life is life
No retry
You pack a punch
And then you fly, bye