Just me, myself and Irene
Her mini skirt, my black jeans
High in the backseat
Lines off her Gucci
Yeah, they wish they knew me
Call me George Clooney
Your girl wanna do me
I'm tripping with Lucy
Feeling f*cked up under club lights
Cameras flash in my eyes
Call her suicide
She makes me feel like I'ma die
Think I'ma overdose on you tonight
And this been driving me so crazy
How all this changed
Put in the work, so bitch, pay me
No, we're not the same
Nickelodeon, I'm all that
Gothic, I'm in all black
Pressure, yeah, we got that
Have her, I don't want her back
She smokes her cigarettes
And I feel like a mess
She makes me feel dead
And I'm so into it
Yeah, I moved on
I got a ghost girl
She likes my new songs
We're in the overworld
777, drugs take me to heaven
Making wishes at 11:11
Forgive me for, for my transgressions
You know that I got, I've got some bad habits