Tekst
She says I'm cyni-cynical
And that I'm so out of control
I'm always frontin' wasting time on the ephemeral
Whiskey mixed with little bits of Adderall
I need a break
I need to fly with you
I need a little more time to vibe with you
Get loose, get three for two
I want a little bit of wine, get high with you
Come my lady
Show me what I'm missing lately
While I'm on the edge
She says I'm cyni-cynical
And that I'm so out of control
Oh, what I would give, oh, what I would give
To not be cyni-cynical
Yeah
She calling me again a dirty liar
'Cause my pants always be on fire
My bad, didn't see
I love me some good controversy
I'm gonna get take out, à la carte
Hit the town hard with the Mastercard
Call my boys, have a beer
'Cause I haven't done that since yesteryear
Come my lady
Show me what I'm missing lately
While I'm on the edge
She says I'm cyni-cynical
And that I'm so out of control
Oh, what I would give, oh, what I would give
To not be cyni-cynical
Cyni-cynical (yeah, yeah)
Cyni-cynical (whoa, whoa)
Cyni-cynical (yeah)
Cyni-cynical
