[Wyatt:] Scum shit, dumb shit, drumstick, vanilla Expiration date, I can give you salmonella Truth is, I’m lucky, I made it off a fluke, like a junkie Soil is, so murky, future is a haze, I am foggy
I’m a stupid prick Talking to myself On the way home I don’t need your help
Even if I did I wouldn’t let you know Flame lit like a candle Chop it up and go
[Mac Demarco:] I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you twenty Don’t know what’s in these bags
I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you thirty Don’t know what’s in these bags
[Wyatt:] Scum shit, dumb shit, drumstick, vanilla Expiration date, I can give you salmonella Truth is, I’m lucky, I made it off a fluke, like a junkie Soil is, so murky, future is a haze, I am foggy
I’m a stupid prick Talking to myself On the way home I don’t need your help
Even if I did I wouldn’t let you know Flaming like a candle Drop it like a phone
[Mac Demarco:] I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you twenty Don’t know what’s in these bags
I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you thirty Don’t know what’s in these bags