Young Adults

Don't I make this rap shit so exciting
Don't I make yo favorite rapper burn that shit he writing
Don't I don't I donate half the shit I make out to my life and
Split the bonus, roll it up in my diploma bitch and light it

7AM on the freeway blasting a burned CD
President Suite that concerns VPs with attorney mail and a turned DP
And they locking him up, am I stopping or what?
Vyvanse got my eye glands socked, it's novice luck
Ya dorm pop? We popping up they turn up, die broke and we knocked em up
But is it even worth putting forth the stress?
I absorbed every port and then forced a breath
And then abort every gesture the court suggest but court jesters accord to what core collect
And I spit straight dope, gotta sort the mess
My LP a import of the porcelain part of mine
They compete, put forth the best and if you cross the line I make them snort the rest
I see no reason to take a pay cut now
I stay up in case I'm found
While they been paging wake up now, I'm hearing it in back of mind
Soaked my towel laughed, compared and mirrored it to match the grind
And broke my hour glass and built a pyramid in half the time
If it rain tomorrow just keep an eye on my satellite
I broke my habits off but Adderal just built this appetite
Half for the passion and that other half is for that bragging right
My Aphrodite and my boosted ego truce with me, go blame it on my youth

I'm drinking till I throw up, and I don't wanna grow up
Fall asleep until I blow up, I don't wanna grow up
Everything been so discrete until I showed up, and I forgot my medicine
The dropout just got his name on a Letterman
Ever since I left the cell they text the cell and ask me how you holding up?
Golden bruh, posted drinking FIJI out a coconut
As long as I'm too young to give a fuck and blunts is rolling up
We old enough and I don't see the point in growing up
We young adults

What you saving them pensions for? A Charger short of a extension cord?
Killed two birds off that wire, too stoned to cross up and gimp with Lorde
Get mentioned more
Attention whores that sink intercourse when I'm popping up
We just bench her boyfriend and we chop it up and then we got the wet dreams on rinsing board
It's adultery
And a dose adobe, make it look artsy
Live for the rush and race with the heart beat, mad that the bass keep shaking car seat
Rest in portions
Got a play in LA, steak in the bay, recess in Portland
We beckon for best on first day air
If we ain't import it then it's less important
I'm Blanco, the passionate poem reader, the rapping and song singer
Been tagging along with the baggy, yes I bring the addy and gravity bong bringer
Them blades my favorite fans, they say they gay till they we get them back stage
Then they gripping thongs stringers, I might let her get on a song if she sit on this foam finger like

I know you don't do this often
That's what they all say right before we off them
Last night we hit cold stone, this morning we parking in Austin
Apartment to loft in apart from the trap, I don't even wanna rap but the market is awesome

I'm drinking till I throw up, and I don't wanna grow up
Fall asleep until I blow up, I don't wanna grow up
Everything been so discrete until I showed up, and I forgot my medicine
The dropout just got his name on a Letterman
Ever since I left the cell they text the cell and ask me how you holding up?
Golden bruh, posted drinking FIJI out a coconut
As long as I'm too young to give a fuck and blunts is rolling up
We old enough and I don't see the point in growing up
We young adults