The Left - YEEK, Duckwrth

I got a text for a Malibu party in the hills

Rewind to four years ago in Florida, it was real

Why do I feel like an actor in a movie?

Partying with bloggers and foodies

Fashionistas, rappers with Gucci and no chill

Pacific coast highways like a dream

When your head’s in the clouds

Southern Cali bitches on the beaches

Drink for hours

Pacific coast highways like a dream

When your head’s in the clouds

Southern Cali bitches on the beaches

Drink for hours

I got a text from the girl you got a crush on

Same type of girls I used to crush on

Internet persona on point

But the only place she go out is Runyon

I tap a heart just to show my fake love

Aren’t a lot of those what dreams are made of?

A picture painted by eyes of make up

A picture painted by eyes of make up

Pacific coast highways like a dream

When your head’s in the clouds

Southern Cali bitches on the beaches

Drink for hours

Pacific coast highways like a dream

When your head’s in the clouds

Southern Cali bitches on the beaches

Drink for hours

Text me but I never text you back

I can’t keep lookin' at my phone all night, girl

You text me but I never text you back

I can’t keep lookin' at my phone all night

What are you doin'?

(Ay, ay, ay)

(What are you doin'?)

(Ho, ay, ho, ay, ho, ay)

This soiree is way too bougie, man

Hot damn, too pomp and circumstance

And plus you niggas ain’t saying nothin', I hit the eject button

While he plays the guitar like he’s strumming some techno beat Yeah!

And you know what I was looking for

Honey got the sweet nectar drippin' from the sycamore

I’m just tryna hit you up but you ain’t pickin' up your phone

You’re ice skatin' 'round my heart, casual figure four

Why you want, why you want for me to go chasin', yeah?

Nigga, chasin', yeah, yeah

Just for me this can’t be cheated and this could be amazin'

We could be amazing, yeah, yeah

(You really use the word «Bitches» in your song? You misogynistic asshole!)