On the Net

(505, what you doing)

Late night cruisin' on the net
I don't wanna check
My phone, lay to rest
D&D all the time, I've been writing rhymes
With my dawgs... Johnny Test
Like Mr. Morale how I step
And she giving me throat, know it hurt like strep
Like Nike I don't stay with a tech
Drugs got me crossed up like Rec
Yeah my life from movie, I want off the set
Feel like I'm Truman, everyone a fed
When emotions get too much, go to bed
Lately, I've been living in my head
Thinking 'bout hitting up my ex
Going through changes, feel like X
At the festival off X
She wanna be with me just for sex
But when I bring it up, she get defensive
Block her through a text
Block her like a center, I wish we never met
I'm in the car bumping that radio, no jet set
And we ain't taking more chances
This ain't Russian roulette, Yeah
You know when I step in
I'm looking sharp like a bayonet
Boy get popped like a sudafed
He brown nosin' like a brunette
And he know I'm right, but he upset
Talking all that, he ain't up yet
I just blacked out, look like vignette
And I'm packing shit, let my name Brett

I be running shit, Leonard Fournette
Bitch, it's me or him, ain't no contest
Off a tab, synthetic sunset
Cookin' stir fry, ain't no offset
I live my life, no regrets
Moving forward, I don't regress
She wanna make a tape like a cassette
Stay underground like Budapest
I move on fast like a Corvette
I cut it up, cut it up, Gillette
And i'm fly as hell, like Boba Fett
In my city, my music, I am a vet

Late night cruisin' on the net
I don't wanna check, my phone lay to rest
Late night cruisin' on the net
I don't wanna check, my phone lay to rest (uh huh)