6 Months

Yeahhh
This reminds me of a sunny day in South Central
We was getting high on the beach, like six months ago
And now we just back in the streets, in the D that’s fosho
Yeah, what does it all mean?
Cuz I still wanna know, yeah
Why does this feel like a dream?
How do you fit in those jeans?
I still wanna know, yeah
Party on rodeo I’mma pop out the pop up
Met her at a Starbucks, shit I might just fall in love with her
Took her back to Chuckie’s and you know that I was fuckin' her
Playing with my head and I don’t know if it was love or lust
Always keep a shooter while we chillin, don’t be running up
Malibu with you, it was fab and it was fun as fuck
Burberry
Party in the house like across the countrtop
Always have my back even if I didn’t hav a lot
Bottle after bottle so you know we took another shot
Let’s get high (and higher)
We was getting high on the beach, like six months ago
And now we just back in the streets, in the D that’s fosho
Yeah, what does it all mean?
Cuz I still wanna know, yeah
Why does this feel like a dream?
How do you fit in those jeans?
I still wanna know, yeah
Whatever the function you like, yeah we can party all night
Come on, let’s hit the west side, you gon have the time of your life
Go do the electric slide, we gon hit the beach this time
Hop up in this ride, yeah we can all catch a ride
Like an elevator let’s get high (and higher)
Like an elevator let’s get high (and higher)