[Intro: ProbCause & Lil Dicky]
Ay, aah
It's the motherfuckin' remix
It's the remix
Lil D
Prob C
C'mon (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!)
Whoo, whoo, whoo!

[Chorus: ProbCause]
I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
Low key, I'mma post up at the crib
Had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib
I had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead

[Verse 1: ProbCause]
I woke up in the mornin' like "fuck it" (fuck it)
Yo cut the strings off, I ain't no puppet
It's sunny day hoopin', I'm tryna jump it
Get a couple o' runs in, tonight we at the function
It's fun bein' me ([?] you [?])
It's fun bein' you
You da saint, seein' the light inside o' things
Man, it's fun bein' true
Ay yo, it's fun livin' life to the fullest like they're [?] us to do
[Chorus: ProbCause]
All my friends engaged to have another five
And honestly, that life just ain't for me
Go home early, need to sleep
I'm at the club in the middle o' the week, like [?]
Skeet, skeet, skeet

[Verse 2: ProbCause]
I just not a plot o', not a lot o' land
A couple big windows, let the sun come in
My feet up on the dash, I could feel the wind
What a wonderland that we livin' in, let's get it, then
On the daily, just me and my lady
We listenin' to Miles and Mingus, makin' a painting
Later we gettin' faded
Feelin' like we done made it
Don't even know what that means, but I know that it sounds amazing

[Bridge: ProbCause & CYN]
La, la la (Whoo! Sing it loud, sing it loud with me, c'mon)
La la la la la la, la la la (One time for your ma, one time, hey!)
La, la la (Whoo! Uh huh, I'm feelin' great, feelin' good, uh)
La la la la la la, la la la (W-w-what, like c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, uh)

[Chorus: ProbCause]
I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
Low key, I'mma post up at the crib
Had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib
I had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
I don't care about a hoe 'do
I just want my flicks
Little tender on the low 'do
Shoulda swiped right, bitch
Hold up baby, you ain't try n' be the one
You ain't try n' make it in the call up with my mom
You ain't try n' put your face up in the space up on my arm
Where the shoulder meet the chest
You ain't ready for that new look
Hoe, I'm 'bout to take you out to zap
Take you on a date and make you laugh
Where you been, where you from, girl what kind o' clothes you wear?
I like that off the shoulder look you're workin' with up in that second picture
Would you say that shit is regular for ya?
You're more the type o' chicken that I'm seein' in the picture with that little bitty dress
I like the romper from the first one (Ay!)
Ooh, girl, don't hurt none (I'mma do it!)
Here's a link to my shit
She like "Holy fuck!
That's a lot to take in upon loggin' on
All these goddamn questions
And a song! Fuck!"
True, I got ahead o' myself (ay)
How's your day goin'? (Ay!)
Seven hours, no response yet (Ha!)
This bitch is tryin' to play the long game
Man that's cool, I ain't trippin' 'cause
[Chorus: ProbCause]
I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
Low key, I'mma post up at the crib
Had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib
I had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead