Chillin’ in the summertime Wondering if I’mma fuck up in the limelight Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt? White socks, MJ, I’m a thriller I’mma blow up fucking shit like a creeper
I’m on my way home Through the wind and the snow I’mma stop off in France See a bitch I might know I’m like how did she go? Why you still feeling low? ‘Cause I still need to grow
But you know I’m a different kind of my species You hate, but I know that you see me And I make it, then you’ll believe me Now you love me, oh you don’t mean it, yeah
Talk me down, I’m no rich guy But I’ve got my clothes and my shoes and my teeth shine And I’ve got a jewel I don’t use for the pictures But I want a jewel I can put in my Tesla Run up with the –
Chillin’ in the summertime Wondering if I’mma fuck up in the limelight Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt? White socks, MJ, I’m a thriller I’mma blow up fucking shit like a creeper