And she told me she would be my molly girl To hold down It's so down In this big lonely world Where we roll And we smoke All the gas that we want And she's on the whole team in the back of the Honda, like oh my I'm with my dawgs just like Romar, I feel like I'm to far gone I'm losing my damn self, been sleeping with my clothes on I been sleeping on myself, been dreaming for way to long You smoke all my cheese and then crash in my car again Like crash in my yard again Like you're a Backyardigan Like stuck in my heart again Like try nice and start again (might try not to start again) Might pull up and arch the bitch Like right past the target ah ooohh And I've admit it my damn self, I'm to lost without my cuts And I've admitted I need help, let's toast one for the run And I've admitted I need help, what more do you want? Supposed to be a lot of things, the Molly Girl she haunts my dreams Supposed to be a lot of things, the Molly Girl she haunts my dreams Supposed to be a lot of things, the Molly Girl she haunts my dreams The Molly Girl she haunts my dreams I'll get that girl by any means