The Woods (Remix)

[Intro: ProbCause & Lil Dicky] Ay, aah It's the motherfuckin' remix It's the remix Lil D Prob C C'mon (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!) Whoo, whoo, whoo! [Chorus: ProbCause] I don't think I feel like doin' shit today Low key, I'mma post up at the crib Had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib I had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead [Verse 1: ProbCause] I woke up in the mornin' like "fuck it" (fuck it) Yo cut the strings off, I ain't no puppet It's sunny day hoopin', I'm tryna jump it Get a couple o' runs in, tonight we at the function It's fun bein' me ([?] you [?]) It's fun bein' you You da saint, seein' the light inside o' things Man, it's fun bein' true Ay yo, it's fun livin' life to the fullest like they're [?] us to do [Chorus: ProbCause] All my friends engaged to have another five And honestly, that life just ain't for me Go home early, need to sleep I'm at the club in the middle o' the week, like [?] Skeet, skeet, skeet [Verse 2: ProbCause] I just not a plot o', not a lot o' land A couple big windows, let the sun come in My feet up on the dash, I could feel the wind What a wonderland that we livin' in, let's get it, then On the daily, just me and my lady We listenin' to Miles and Mingus, makin' a painting Later we gettin' faded Feelin' like we done made it Don't even know what that means, but I know that it sounds amazing [Bridge: ProbCause & CYN] La, la la (Whoo! Sing it loud, sing it loud with me, c'mon) La la la la la la, la la la (One time for your ma, one time, hey!) La, la la (Whoo! Uh huh, I'm feelin' great, feelin' good, uh) La la la la la la, la la la (W-w-what, like c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, uh) [Chorus: ProbCause] I don't think I feel like doin' shit today Low key, I'mma post up at the crib Had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib I had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead [Verse 3: Lil Dicky] I don't care about a hoe 'do I just want my flicks Little tender on the low 'do Shoulda swiped right, bitch Hold up baby, you ain't try n' be the one You ain't try n' make it in the call up with my mom You ain't try n' put your face up in the space up on my arm Where the shoulder meet the chest You ain't ready for that new look Hoe, I'm 'bout to take you out to zap Take you on a date and make you laugh Where you been, where you from, girl what kind o' clothes you wear? I like that off the shoulder look you're workin' with up in that second picture Would you say that shit is regular for ya? You're more the type o' chicken that I'm seein' in the picture with that little bitty dress I like the romper from the first one (Ay!) Ooh, girl, don't hurt none (I'mma do it!) Here's a link to my shit She like "Holy fuck! That's a lot to take in upon loggin' on All these goddamn questions And a song! Fuck!" True, I got ahead o' myself (ay) How's your day goin'? (Ay!) Seven hours, no response yet (Ha!) This bitch is tryin' to play the long game Man that's cool, I ain't trippin' 'cause [Chorus: ProbCause] I don't think I feel like doin' shit today Low key, I'mma post up at the crib Had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib I had some deadlines and a meetin' And a glass up in the evenin' But truthfully, all that shit is dead