i think i need a passport to see the hula girl that lives right on my dashboard as for niggas that keep hating me i m just living life like it s make believe always sipping syrup smoking maple leaves on the loose but in the coupe or cabin play it smooth but to who it matters till they stagger the pitter patter my heart that just pound different i tell the truth cuz it just sound different cursed lately she been begging me to long shirt cuz her leggings see through and we get wasted while getting high later on i m gon be tasting her pretty thighs get it right ties invested rarely barely it s been harder to sleep lies are necessary when the truth too hard to believe and it s harder to flee when i be zone in flight attendants with fat asses like where he goin gone 