[Intro: asteria & Jonah Hill]
Don't get too attached, man
Running through attachments
Running to the money like the motherfucking tax man
Counting like a math test
Baby, are you back yet?
I don't even need her, take the seats up
Can you pa—
She looked me in the eyes and said, "Seth, Mom is making a pubie salad and I need some Seth's Own dressing"
She's DTF, she's down to fuck, man
P in vagi, she wants to fuck, man

[Verse 1]
Itching through my body, swear to God, I'm fucking fiending
Baby, quit texting your boyfriend, all that drama, we don't need it
Switch it up and repeat it, I switch it up when I freak it
Yeah, I'm just tryna get you wet, I do not care how you treated

[Chorus]
D-D-Don't get too attached, man
Running through attachments
Running to the money like the motherfucking tax man
Counting like a math test
Baby, are you back yet?
I don't even need her, take the seats up
Can you pass that?
[Skit]
Ah, fuck, I'm fiending dude, do you have a toke?
Uh, yeah, yeah, come into the stall, bro!
Aight
It's broccoli flavor, bro!
What the fuck?

[Verse 2]
I can't fucking take it up
I'm sick of fucking faking it
Don't care about your boyfriend, all I care is when y'all breaking up
Get faded while I'm waking up
You want it, then you paying up
Keep talking 'bout your body count, 'cause all I care is counting up

[Chorus]
D-D-Don't get too attached, man
Running through attachments
Running to the money like the motherfucking tax man
Counting like a math test
Baby, are you back yet?
I don't even need her, take the seats up
Can you pass that?