CARGO PANTS

Do wanna chase this bag
 But still got a basic bag
 How can I chase this bag
 If I'm running around with a basic bag?
 Apparently just don't ask
 Being shot down is ass
 And I don't wanna sound like an ass but
 Apparently I am an *** guy
 (Ass)
 But way flyer than the last guy
 (Ass)
 He wanna fly to Alaska
 (Ass)
 And spend a weekend huddled in sheepskin
 What does that do for your backside?
 (Ass)
 I'm a D League specialist baby
 I'm Flynn like Malachi
 Misses
 Boyfriend
 Girlfriend
 Love me
 No it's not a fucking pen
 It's a pen dummy
 Riches
 Rags
 Fuck 'em
 Hug me
 She put emojis on my name 'cause she depends on me
 Mister keep the headphones on me
 Headphones loyal
 Headphones love me
 Shepherd on the hill
 Might never take a pill
 My cargo pants are heavy from the evidence I spilled
 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 can't say it isn't from a dare
 I stared at Helios with a glare
 I wasn't even scared
 But stupid has a steep price
 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 a whole security issue
 I should've never made a chocolate charcuterie with you
 So I blame it on the moon
 It was booby trap
 So good luck getting f***** again
 Let alone your movie back
 Said I was an indie boy who sorta kinda used to rap
 I sorta kinda stretched the truth
 And look at where it got me, huh?
 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 can't say it isn't from a dare
 I stared at Helios with a glare
 I wasn't even scared
 But stupid has a steep price
 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 want
 I don't wanna
 I don't wanna fail you
 I don't want
 I don't wanna
 I don't wanna fail you
 Oh oh
 Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
 Oh
 Uh, suede ripping from 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 make another hundred bands off of the mixtape