​lebowski Sewerperson

[Intro: Jeff Bridges & Sewerperson]
We love you, Timo
Y'know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, y'know
Given the nature of all this new shit, you know, it-it-it-it—
This could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh
Ayy, eight-track on my body, I pulled up in this vintage

[Chorus: Sewerperson & Jeff Bridges]
Huh, it's the hotline, pull this number out the bank
Yeah, I'm tryna kill time, drop this four inside my drank
Yeah, I'm tryna get mine, I could see it in my dreams
Stare out at the coastline, feel this sand beneath my feet
Yeah, and I roll up this blunt while shawty steer, I put it behind my ear
I had got way too antsy, oh, my gosh, I gotta smoke in here (Yeah)
Turnt up in the back seat, traffic blowin' past me
And I keep demons loaded in my mind, they tryna grab me
I'm the dude, so that's what you call me, you know?

[Verse 1]
Tracks, shuttin' down Don Mills
You could smell the fucking gas, yeah
You could smell the pavement on the ground turnin' black (It's red hot)
You could smell the rubber burnin' off on the cat
Turn me up and I might break the fucking ground, oh, let's go
Oh, keep bootin' me up
I might separate from the ground on my own (Swear)
Sometimes I feel I just need to be alone (Kill the phone, yeah)
Most the time, it's usually I'm just missin' home, it's cold (Out here)