Shy High - CARGO PANTS

Do wanna chase this bag
But still got a basic bag
How can I chase this bag
If I'm running around with a basic bag?
Apparently just don't ask
Being shot down is ass
And I don't wanna sound like an ass but
Apparently I am an *** guy
(Ass)
But way flyer than the last guy
(Ass)
He wanna fly to Alaska
(Ass)
And spend a weekend huddled in sheepskin
What does that do for your backside?
(Ass)
I'm a D League specialist baby
I'm Flynn like Malachi

Misses
Boyfriend
Girlfriend
Love me
No it's not a fucking pen
It's a pen dummy
Riches
Rags
Fuck 'em
Hug me
She put emojis on my name 'cause she depends on me
Mister keep the headphones on me
Headphones loyal
Headphones love me
Shepherd on the hill
Might never take a pill
My cargo pants are heavy from the evidence I spilled

Pants had a lighter on the inside
When I can, I provide her with the inside scoop
Stand on the middle of the bridge like
"This is what a bridge like?"
"How the fuck they build it with cement?"
I can't see a semi with my left eye
And can't say it isn't from a dare
I stared at Helios with a glare
I wasn't even scared
But stupid has a steep price

How you left the vein
Off the clause
Off the shame
Had the scene all muzzled in gauze
It wasn't pain, it was plain immaturity
Caused a whole security issue
I should've never made a chocolate charcuterie with you
So I blame it on the moon
It was booby trap
So good luck getting f***** again
Let alone your movie back
Said I was an indie boy who sorta kinda used to rap
I sorta kinda stretched the truth
And look at where it got me, huh?

Pants had a lighter on the inside
When I can, I provide her with the inside scoop
Stand on the middle of the bridge like
"This is what a bridge like?"
"How the fuck they build it with cement?"
I can't see a semi with my left eye
And can't say it isn't from a dare
I stared at Helios with a glare
I wasn't even scared
But stupid has a steep price

I don't wanna fail you
I don't wanna
I don't, I don't
I don't wanna fail you
I don't wanna
I don't, I don't
I don't wanna fail you
I don't want
I don't wanna
I don't wanna fail you
I don't want
I don't wanna
I don't wanna fail you
Oh oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Oh

Uh, suede ripping from that grip tape
Bet I feel like twenty pounds stronger than my list weight
Funded off of nothing but my hands, don't make a mistake
Bet I make another hundred bands off of the mixtape

Written by:
Channon Schuerger

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