Rumbling Tum

Can’t be fucking around, I need to be productive
Feet are stuck to the ground, this TV show I’m sucked in
Got a Hong’s in my mouth, table, the box I chucked it
Phone blowing up with the sounds, I tell it simply shut it
Two bed covers, I’m covered with comfort, get your comfort
Draped on my body, it’s like I’m ill or something
Stuck inside because I ripped lace off my Converse
Shower or brush teeth? I’m asking now what come first?
Roll over to your side, let me check the time
Open text, reply, throw it to the side
Weed I got supplied got lips feeling dry
Smoke another one till I’m feeling high
Give me five minutes, I just need a minute
Memories invented, made em in Venice
Hours go by, push it to the limit
Slumber through the night and I’m stuck in it
Wonder where I put you out, take you there, put you out
Staring at your phone all day, smoke an eighth, put you out
Wonder where I put you out, take you there, put you out
Staring at your phone all day, smoke an eighth, put you out
Wonder where I put you out, take you there, put you out
Staring at your phone all day, smoke an eighth, put you out
Wonder where I put you out, take you there, put you out
Staring at your phone all day, smoke an eighth, put you out