Panic at the Dive Bar (feat. Gravy Dae & Ryan Campbell)

Panic at the dive bar, should have hit the disco Feeling like the only smuck with no pistol I was born ready to die but not like this Though I think I forgot to kiss both my little brother and mother I miss home Listen (uh), my hand don't shake, but I'm schvistzin I heard y'all motherfuckers serve lobster tail I guess my invite must've got lost in the mail I'm tryna get this money, triple pound bricks Flip it down slow, let it trickle out quick I was hitting house keys should've cut me a key Uh, daddy's got a black shaggy puppy to feed I'm oprah You get a whip, you get a whip You get your own car Welcome to my new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks Uh, and lined my sneakers up I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home So I don't feel alone Coming from the blacktop, ask for the doorman Trouble at the stash spot back kicking doors in Packs on the floor lost it all on the horses I had to end the call, I promise you it's important And I'ma need you to flash this work Pack these bags, dump this first, wrap these last Don't pass go until we come back 'Cause I got three phones and at least one's tapped And papa's got a brand-new bag of pink pills For a couple brand-new tags with clean bills Caught up in these brand-new fads and cheap thrills Whole house taking water, we watching the sink fill So don't (don't, don't, don't) Keep knocking Pay the plug first so you re-ing up a profit Float (float, float) These boxes, what's a key to a locksmith? All on my own, but I'm never lonesome Never been lonely myself Young guns and grownups Everyone grows up One day, I'll own up as well I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies T's, and matching socks Uh, and lined my sneakers up I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home So I don't feel alone I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks Uh, and lined my sneakers up I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home So I don't feel alone All on my own, but I'm never lonesome Never been lonely myself Young guns and grownups Everyone grows up One day, I'll own up as well