"Pinch" lyrics

Got these bitches speculating how I'm living on the fly
She's an independent thinker, but it's sticking to my side
I'm an independent artist, so I stick with what I like
What is life?
I swear I need a pinch to feel—

Affording a flight
Luggage is a bitch, better travelin' light
If it doesn't fit, better leave it behind
I don't carry's shit but carry until I die
Pack a couple 'fits in

I'm alright, yeah, I'm alright, yeah
Got my jeans, cash, headphones, and a mic, yeah
Got my [?], camera, flashing lights, yeah
Got my passport, running out of lines, yeah
But let's write, yeah, for me
The only way to paradise, yeah, in Bali
Is on the back of motorbikes, yeah
Funny, there's nothing better for the price, yeah, yeah, ay

Got these bitches speculating how I'm living on the fly
She's an independent thinker, but it's sticking to my side
I'm an independent artist, so I stick with what I like
What is life?
I swear I need a pinch to feel fine

I'm a different type of dude I never really compromise
Got a couple screws loose but they jiggle sorta nice
Everyone is so confused, I'm never sniffing to get high
Only thing I take is shrooms and push the limits of my mind, yeah

I could spend a week out on this boat, fuck a B&B
I could spend the week off of this phone, fuck a DND
I could spend a week out on my own, fuck a sea in me
There's nothing I need except a home, and that [?]

I could go anywhere I want, when I want, bitch
I could do anything I want, when I want, bitch
I don't need to watch, then I go stop, just watch, bitch
Just watch, bitch
Just watch, bitch
Just watch, bitch
Just watch, watch, watch, watch
Wa— wa— wa— wa—
Wa— wa— wa— wa—

Got these bitches speculating how I'm living on the fly
She's an independent thinker, but it's sticking to my side
I'm an independent artist, so I stick with what I like
What is life?
I swear I need a pinch to feel fine