Atomic Vomit

Blown

I'm so blown

I'm so blown

I'm so blown

I'm so—

Pulled up to the outing

And we off the loud

Feelin' good, looking good

They said they fuck with my style

I kinda smiled, sat on the couch

And then I pulled out my phone

See a text from my mom

Asking when will I be home (Where you at nigga?)

Prolly three, I don't know

That shit is always unknown

I heard a girl just said, "Excuse me, boy I like your cologne" (Ralph Lauren)

Probably thinks you tryna smash

I'm tryna get you alone

You know I'm kidding, would have said it

But was just too blown

Blown

I'm so blown

I'm so blown

I'm so blown

I'm so—