BlownI'm so blownI'm so blownI'm so blownI'm so—
Pulled up to the outingAnd we off the loudFeelin' good, looking goodThey said they fuck with my styleI kinda smiled, sat on the couchAnd then I pulled out my phoneSee a text from my momAsking when will I be home (Where you at nigga?)Prolly three, I don't knowThat shit is always unknownI heard a girl just said, "Excuse me, boy I like your cologne" (Ralph Lauren)Probably thinks you tryna smashI'm tryna get you aloneYou know I'm kidding, would have said itBut was just too blown
BlownI'm so blownI'm so blownI'm so blownI'm so—