Putain!

Flexstone grippin' in the shade
He don’t get paid
And now we'll play just drunk and pissed off

We going to the French country side
'cuz we’re up in the ride
Tongues are getting tied 'cuz
We about to shut it off

With my headphone kicking and the lights is low
Is there anybody that gots to know
Where a brother Joe can really go
Just to get a little something something that he knows
Yes I know

Crawling all up in the vines
We sippin' on the wine
Most of the time spent living on a stage

Lockdown sitting on my phone
I'm soaked to the bone
Playing all alone 'cuz there's nowhere left to play

With my headphone kicking and the lights is low
Is there anybody that gots to know
Where a brother Joe can really go
Just to get a little something something that he knows

Oh my god
It's a party
We gonna get naughty get fucked up
And just melt your face off

We're rollin’ through the French country side
Bus up in the ride
Never don’t tire
But they livin' on the State