CARGO PANTS

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1]
Do wanna chase this bag (Woah)
Still got a basic bag (Oh, no)
How can I chase this bag if I'm running around with a basic bag?
Apparently, just don't ask (What?)
Being shot down is ass (Uh-uh)
And I don't wanna sound like an ass but—
Apparently, I am an "a** guy"
But way flyer than the last guy (Ass)
He wanna fly to Alaska (Ass)
And spend a weekend huddled in sheeps skin
What does that do for your backside? (Ass)
I'm a D-league specialist, baby
I'm a Flynn, like Malachi

[Verse 2]
Misses, boyfriend, girlfriend, love me
No, it's not a fucking pen
It's a pin, dummy
Riches, rags, fuck 'em, hug me
She put emoji's on my name, 'cause she depends on me
Mister, keep the headphone on me
Headphone loyal, headphones love me
Shepherd on the hill, might never take a pill
My cargo pants are heavy from the evidence I spilled, but-

[Chorus]
Pants had a lighter on the inside
When I can, I provide her with the inside scoop
Stand on the middle of the bridge like
"This is what a bridge like?"
"How the fuck they build it with cement?"
I can't see a semi with my left eye
And I can't say it isn't from dare
I stared at Helios with a glare
I wasn't even scared, but stupid has a steep price

[Verse 3]
How you left the vein
Off the clause, off the shame
Had the scene all muzzled in gauze, it wasn't pain
It was plain immaturity
Caused the whole security issue
I should've never made a chocolate charcuterie with you
So I blame it on the moon, it was a booby trap
People getting **** again, let alone you're moving back
Said I was a indie boy who sorta', kinda', used to rap
I sorta', kinda', stretched the truth and look at where it got me, huh

[Chorus]
Pants had a lighter on the inside
When I can, I provide her with the inside scoop
Stand on the middle of the bridge like
"This is what a bridge like?"
"How the fuck they build it with cement?"
I can't see a semi with my left eye
And I can't say it isn't from dare
I stared at Helios with a glare
I wasn't even scared, but stupid has a steep price

[Bridge]
I don't wanna fail you
I don't wanna—
I don't, I don't, I don't wanna fail you
I don't wanna—
I don't, I don't, I don't wanna fail you
I don't wann— I don't wanna, I don't wanna fail you
I don't wann— I don't wanna, I don't wanna fail you
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo (Yessir!, God damn boy!)
(I told you bro)

[Outro]
Uh, suede rippin' on that grip tape
Bet I feel like twenty pounds stronger than my list weight
Funded off of nothing but my hands, don't make a mistake
Bet I'd make another hundred bands off of a mixtape