Des Jenny

Ok, what's next then?
I didn't really plan ahead
We can hit a session, go Along with your best friend
Who's also your roommate
Who's saying that it's too late
Why is she always bugging?
I'm surprised you didn't fumigate
Take a hit, I hallucinate
In the mirror, I duplicate
Contemplate human fate then struggle to communicate
Take shots straight to the face
Cheers but ain't got who to thank
More stoked out than the audience hearing the Steve Urkel phrase
Been on a different page
But I'm more hell bound
Hit for hit, pound for pound
Plenty to go around
Coming through SunnyBrook with the windows tinted
Even though it blurs the vision
You ain't gotta ask "who's in it?"
You know what it do when I hit it
Right on target
Perfect precision, Spot on
Get ready to spark it
Jack Daniels as the liquor
Grab some Coke for the mixer
Put on some macadelic and lets never forget the Millers

Well aside from getting faded
Tell me what's your favorite
Location you been to and uh, maybe some temptations
Like mine is the microphone and a girl with a backbone
Unlike your past dudes
But I think we should leave that alone
You tell me more than what you shown
But how was central?
For me, high school was hard but even easier to let go
Ole' girls hitting my cellphone
Do I answer? Hell no
And If you think I was the problem, then you should hear their voice memos
I wish they would listen
I envision
Something missing
from the way we've been living
It wasn't the prescription that led me to think this
You don't have to fake it with me girl
Perform, avoid the lip sync
I promise I ain't here dissing
Everything matters
Even when it collapses
You know I'll be there for backup
Heart hands as the signal
Inch closer to your lips though
Just make sure to pay me back on either Zelle or Venmo

Alright this one's for you
And you
And oh yea your roommate too
Days at Carmack Boulevard
Sitting in class, watching friends and getting high on the couch
Oh man, damn