The devil’s on the moon, the teli’s on the fritz
Daddy’s on the move, momma is a bitch
Your energy’s in June, half a will to live
Don’t you think you don’t mean shit
There’s people in the town scrambling around
The sun is on the ground cuz the sky is falling down
All our governments are Southern counterfeit
But don’t you think you don’t mean shit
Cuz your fam don’t love you like I do
Uncle Sam don’t love you like I do
Cuz the world don’t love you like I do
Ain’t no girls nothing like you, that’s why I like you
And these days I’ve been try’na grab hold of that shit
And these days I’ve been trying not to call it all a quits
Getting mad when I’m screaming at you, girl “don’t trip”
Without you, it’s too cold in this pond, don’t dip
Your toes in, or you’ll get hypothermia
Dick is in that stomach like a bottom bitch hernia
Like cereal I’m binging when the breath cut
Honey, we the ash trays to hash and cigarette butts
Fuck the world, true
The devil’s on the moon, the teli’s on the fritz
Daddy’s in a mood, momma’s in a twist
The world’s in a coup, forgot about the chits
But I remember that to me you mean shit
This |parking is a zoo, the bumper’s taking hits
But we been okay for a minute
I been okay with your digits
So don’t you think you don’t mean shit