Yea, yea
Da da da
No starvin'
Yea

Hope is gone, is gone
Since I been in Arizona, yea
I fell in love, in love
Since I been in Arizona
Ohh when the sun comes through the blinds
I know exactly who to call
Watchin' the sun set in your eyes
But I spend the night alone

Ohh, in Arizona
In Arizona, in Arizona
Ohh, in Arizona
In Arizona, in fuckin' Arizona

Transportin' through the land
Switchin' for the desert sand
World tour, Jodeci
Diary of a mad band
4 AM, microdose, feelin' like a mad man
Don't want none of that, eyes on the game plan
Pink haze, lemonade
Ma said "Brian can't misbehave"
But I feel like Yeezy beamin' out the Milky Way
People try to stop me, but I'm searing through the waves
I know, higher than my peeps don't need to give a light show
People wonderin' where in the fuck is Indo
Staring at my screen I need a fuckin' window
Yeah, cold out so I wear a mink coat
Damn it feel good to be a boss
Eyes wide open like I'm smokin' on the rocks
Never spent bread even though I got a lot
Still like to rap even though I sing a lot
Money flipper, I'm earnin' burnin' Catalina wine mixer
Workin' out so much, you might just see me on the Sixers
I'm lookin' pretty good you might just wanna hide your sisters
I put 'em in their feelings, get them listening to SZA
Top down, ass up, pussy so good got me doin' back flips
Livin' memories over on my mattress
Lemon taste good drinkin' from the cactus
Zero gravity in the room like NASA
All I hear is heart beats growin' faster
Mention everything, fuck it its the last song
Asked you a question where's the fuckin' answer

Ohh, in Arizona
In Arizona, in Arizona
Ohh, in Arizona
In Arizona, in fuckin' Arizona

Everyday I gotta regulate
Only thing you couldn't do is pray
Remind me of the pussy that I ate
Hit 'em with another power plate
Man, let's face it they don't really listen to the music
They just want to take a trend and they gon' use it
Been a minute since I've heard a lyric
That can move somebody in their feelings
I just started spittin' then I'm killin' it
I love these women I'm a feminist
I'm just talkin', they call me a lyricist
I'ma make it debut album after this
Its the end, but I'm just gettin' started, feel like no finale and I prolly be offense
I'm the one and only, but I swear about a thousand Indonesian kids who come from me

Say goodbye to your baby girl
Say goodbye to your picket fence
You're about to get drafted, drafted
Drafted in the war games
We've been watching down in Panama
Even in the Valentino camouflage
Lookin' like I'm draftin', draftin'
Draftin' in the war games

Yea, I fuckin' love "The Office"
Dude, when I saw the season finale I literally cried
I cried
I've never cried that hard before
Really? Why?
Yeah, 'cause it was so emotional
What happened?
What?
What happened?
Um, Michael Scott fuckin' died
Really?
Yeah
How?
Umm, I think he died from a heart attack
He couldn't like handle the depression of the Office anymore
Oh my God!
Yeah
Were people crying?
Yeah
Damn. I did not know that
Mm hmm
He died?
Yeah
So they killed him off the show?
Yeah, on the last fuckin' episode
Amen

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Writer(s): Brian Soewarno, Jared Lee, Joseph Maurice Hill, Joshua Crosby, Ray Davon Jacobs, Sheldon Young