Conceited

Yeah, yeah.

My baby running up bangs.

Got me feeling too conceited.

Yeah, yeah.

Renner, Renner, Renner, the bad week of Renner.

Conceited.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe we can fly to Japan.

My eyes on New Zealand.

Burn up.

Wake up Adam!

Feeling cocky, got the baddest bitches on my phone But if you want me, I'ma tell them

And the time is slow.

Should he be pounding them beans?

But if you want

My baby runnin' up bands, got me feelin' too conceited Yeah, yeah, maybe we could fly to Japan

Roundup, roundup, roundup, a bad week of roundup.

We've been, we've been, we've been in jail.

Highway speeding, yeah, yeah My baby running up bangs Got me feeling too conceited, yeah, yeah

Run up, run up, run up, a bad week of run up.

We've been within, we've been in jail.

Be there.