Mad Real

(album: Father Figure 3: Somewhere Out There - 2019)

Pull up to the function in a ride share
Might be middle seat when I arrive there, ayy
Dirt all on my kicks but it don't matter
I bet she lick it off 'em if I ask her
Hollywood nights in the hills
I love her off of molly, I don't know if that's real, yeah

Flooding, I wish that I had gills
I just hope I got some Advil
'Cause these nights get mad real
'Cause these nights get mad real, yeah

Look, ayy
You tryna get on to get on
We do not condone a Debbie Downer, ayy
You be hella shy into your shell
'Til you playing wit yo nose off the chowder
Ayy, Berkeley nights in the hills
Mighta did shrooms, ain't no telling what's real, yeah

Flooding, I wish that I had gills
Wishing I could make time stand still
When these nights get mad real
When these nights get mad real
These nights

Seem to get harder to remember
Every time we end one
Wake up early never knowing where we finna end up
I'm tryna fuck if you still up
I heard about your ex, I hope you heal up
But what that gotta do wit'
Me and you? Shit
He just some nerd you used to fool with
You learned, you grew, we could talk it through I'll listen
It's actually rare, I'm so stingy wit' my attention
Slide through when you come and visit
We get too twisted you get it twisted
I think you're filling me with all of these kisses
I don't think you think I shoulda listened

[?]
(We might just be, ooh)
(We might just be)

You're hot
I know I'm hot but you're, you're fucking
You're pretty faded, right?
(We might just be, [?])
It's me now
It's, I didn't peer pressure you to do anything
That's insane
Don't, don't point the finger, put that finger down
Don't, don't, the police, what?
You're in front of my house