Say the suns out
But no funs out
Headshot aim down on the throne now
Keep your head up
Call a taxi
Three strikes three stripes baby find me
Her brown eyes
Keep my bloodstream bloodstream on high
Her brown eyes
My ripped jeans
She sits on me and all I feel is mischief
Mischief mischief mischief
Will you come with me to the classroom
It's empty
Empty empty empty
Come to the backseat with me baby
Mischief mischief mischief
Come to the backseat sit on me
And all we feel is glee glee
All I feel is me me
Say the suns out
But no funs out
Headshot aim down on the throne now
Keep your head up
Call a taxi
Three strikes three stripes baby find me
Popping off like it's crest
Feel the lyrics from the chest
Tripping on drip
Not giving a shit
Phone keep it chiming
Messages from the ex
Let's ignore that
She wasn't all that
Living our best life
Put the stereo on blast
Sun out guns out
And i'm stepping on the ground like i'm Jordan at his finest
Bringing up my grinds set
What you doing after class
We can kick it watch the sunset
Have a time we won't forget
And ignore the stressful shit
Take some time to be our best
Can't believe what you see
Never thought you'd be with me
You know we make the night pristine
Let's take a stroll by the sea
And we'll keep the record clean
No one's ever gotta know
All the shit you do with me
Say the suns out
But no funs out
Headshot aim down on the throne now
Keep your head up
Call a taxi
Three strikes three stripes baby find me
