I'm a desert eagle
A leather jacket burning in the summer heat
Might pocket knife switch if you f*ck with me
Got a freckled white bitch with the double D's, I'm saying
She in love with me
'Cause I got patterns on my shorts like I'm at the beach
And I'm paddling the boat with the arm strength
Of a damn Greek god on a Saturday, you see me?
It was all more than the drifts in the sailboats
And the missiles and air flows
And the trips to the Hamptons
Yeah
It was all more than the drifts in the sailboats
And the kissing and tell jokes
I don't even wear the same clothes
That long ago
I smell nostalgia
Shine on my body and I got my Nalgene
I don't think your life could've been better before me
And I don't really think you could exist without me
I smell nostalgia
Shine on my body and I got my Nalgene
She ain't even got no strategy
Higher, higher in the stratosphere
She ain't even got no strategy (Goddamn)
Higher, higher in the stratosphere (Goddamn, another one)
You are now about to witness
Boundless mischief
Goddamn, another one