CARGO PANTS Lyrics

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