Low Key Trippin

I still think you're supposed to be mine I'm low-key trippin'
I might be, I might be
I might be, I might be, I might be
I'm low-key tripping

What the hell's a free drink?
I owe money at the bar Don't give a fuck if you're swollen over six feet tall
Mr. Steal, your girl's good as check
Gonna pay you otherwise, I'm comin' too
And I'm recordin' and replayin' Watchin' while you're slayin
No chick, you can tell that girl saucy And I laid it on thick
Now you're trottin' like Prancer Tryin' to dance up on her ass
And I'm her little brother gettin' shoved to the left

To the left, to the left I be goddamned, I'm from Shoved to the Left
I don't know if you can tell, but

I still think you're supposed to be mine I'm low-key trippin'
I might be, I might be
I might be, I might be, I might be
Hold on, I'm low-key tripping

And it's probably not the right approach I give a fuck, cause I'm drunk and it's last call
Just think about it, it was you I spent the money on
If you gon' take her, you are? Cool, I'll continue on

Fuck it, I don't need the pussy, I don't need the drama
Got my own money, I can do better by my lonesome
I'm gone, son, but not before I steal this kiss
Fourth wall broken, V end up gettin' hit

I still think you're supposed to be mine I'm low-key trippin'
I might be, I might be
I might be, I might be, I might be
Hold on, I'm low-key tripping