Lyrics The Left - YEEK, Duckwrth

The Left

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!)