Lyrics
In the EV, take the Louis duffle out the frunk
Spending habits used to outweigh my income
Can't see much without these all white buffs
Head held high, I pull myself out of a funk
Normie I would never be and never was
One-man band on the stage with a drum
Styrofoam cup, the contents are color plum
Uh-huh, there's not much to talk about
Used to the side-eyes when I walk around
Men's designer stores turn my pockets out
I remember God and I had a falling out
I don't see the point, but my Loub's sure do
I wear the same outfit every day like I'm a cartoon
I crack a smile and my breath smells like parfume
It's not my birthday, don't pass me no balloon
In the EV, take the Louis duffle out the frunk
Spending habits used to outweigh my income
Can't see much without these all white buffs
Head held high, I pull myself out of a funk
Normie I would never be and never was
One-man band on the stage with a drum
Styrofoam cup, the contents are color plum
Lean, Uh-huh
Lean, Uh-huh
Normie I would never be and never was