Tell me Yurms (Ft. Angst)

New rolly on me wrist
It's got me ambidextrous
Smoking on that cookie
It take away my anxious
You smell like some doo doo
Dirty give you boo boo
Yeah my bitch is sugar
But she don't give me no glucose
Window shopping everyday you know I really want those
She don't wanna fuck with you because you is a bozo
I get it for the low-low
I speed right in my two-door
Skatepark where I loiter
Pull up to the corner

I don't gotta trap no more so I don't keep a burner
Riding with my baby, I'll guarantee she'll top me
I'll guarantee she'll top me, I'm riding with my baby

Yeah, tell me how you really feel
Are you alright, yeah
I want that new [?]
That's on my right
I can't hold on to the steering wheel, so fuck my life
Tell me how you really feel, are you alright, yeah
Tell me how you really feel, are you alright, yeah
I want that new [?]
That's on my right
I can't hold on to the steering wheel, so fuck my life
Tell me how you really feel
Are you alright?