My mom said I'm a fucking disappointment
Yeah
I've been wanting to be candid lately
Light a candle for the ones that passed
If I can't stand
I'm lighting up the gas
Throw your lighters up
Make sure that you're high enough
To breathe into the fire
Luck love ain't nothing close to what it seems
But I I've never been so close to all my dreams
I mean shit
I used to steal purple and beats when I was 15
Now I send a track back fast He likes that shit's clean
And all I do is take ten minutes to write a 16
Oh we who me literally littering
From the generate to inter sector with innocent
God help you as the kid gets blessed
With some tennis shit
Whip around the city lane skirt trying to get a grip
I don't give a shit of the pervevial fuck circumstance
Circumstances circle till it turn into luck earth
With the space and time fabrics
The shades of my glass is fucking up
My moms still say I don't call enough
In my girl too funny as fuck what the world do
Rose tinted lenses I been one with the world through
When the music dies down hope you stick around
Regardless I'm a run it up
So bitches know the score like Charles Woofs like Charles Woofs
Bitches know the score like Charles Woofs like Charles Woofs
Bitches know the score like Charles Woofs like Charles Woofs
Said bitches know the score
Like Charles Woofs
Like Charles Woofs