Too Plugged - Derek Pope, Larry June

Frosted, sweet high

Don’t leave that door open

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

Gardens, green lights

Keep my eyes from closing

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

Way too damn plugged

Fucked the bitch on a twenty-thousand dollar fuckin' rug

All my whips got pink slips (good job Larry)

Thank you sweetie

Gettin' head in a king sized motherfuckin' tub (help)

I’m going hard, can’t stop, beast mode

Left wrist playing hockey, freeze mode

Orange crush, bust down D’s on it

Step it up and buy a house in Barcelona

Half a million tucked, I might never touch it

Got 'em swagger jacking, think I’m on to something

Why you handcuffing, get your bands up

Serving J’s out the Uber black truck

Smoke so much weed, one lung

Compact sounding like a bass drum

On a bitch head like a lacefront

Go’n bend it over bitch, shake some'

Louis V for the bitch birthday

Handmade lemonade, cost eight

Specialized bike cost thirty-eight

Hittin' wheelies while I cross the Golden Gate, damn, ayy ayy ayy

Frosted, sweet high

Don’t leave that door open

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

Gardens, green lights

Keep my eyes from closing

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

In a heartbeat, flat the carseat

She so artsy, take my sharpie

New connect, too connected

Lethal weapon, don’t get reckless

Warm up, winter fit

Dive in the deep but don’t sink in it

Play for my teammates to benefit

That’s how you know this shit genuine

Flyer than fly and I’m wingin' it

Eye in the sky got me seeing shit

Plug’ll pull up in that dealership

Push button still got a key in it (woah)

I can say, for six days

I saw lines, Chic-Fil-A

Roll my vines, keep my mind, in its place

I’m too fade (I'm too fade), just the face (just want face)

Flower eighth, treat that backwood like a vase

Frosted, sweet high

Don’t leave that door open

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

Gardens, green lights

Keep my eyes from closing

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged, I’m too plugged

Ooh, I’m too plugged in

Need my dopamine

Demons taking over me, ooh

Lord I pray there’s hope for me