Hi Spence, this is lieutenant with Berklee College police Ah, yeah, I need to speak with you, either on the phone or in person Um, the school monitored a disturbing, um, tweet between you and Frax (Ya) This is mos thoser I feel like a hot pink bitch named breakfast (yeah) Boutta make a girls gone wild spinoff called twink gone reckless, they wanna (bing, bing, bong) Take pics cause I made this fit and necklace They all squat around me, I hold double king palm ambidextrous Kids distracted, listen to me while in class, I feel like Tetris Thembofication, poison your mind and body, I'm asbestos If you see somebody with dyed hair who smells like weed and does not care And they listen to snare that’s how you know that they infected with that New world order, no more gods, only Sophie Y'all know God is trans, so let's pray to her and stream trophy Tonight let’s do shit that gets us in cringe comps Make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on Tonight let's do shit that gets us in cringe comps Make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on I just want you to see, I just want you to see The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy Tonight no freakin' out, don't check my bank account Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now And Micah just told me I'm poggers I thought someone else was sellin' tabs and poppers Now I'm running through the streets like I am frogger Everything I do, attention from these bloggers I go home You're an icon ’cause you’re me Think about how many people know they're gay because of me Got that f-r-umlaut-h, my whole crew gettin’ guzzly Grab your man, he's trying to role-play and be all snuggly Restrain before he piss me off too much and I complain You'll never get that fucking tarnish off your name You fuck with me you'll have to find a different space Stay in your place, get out my face I just want you to see, I just want you to see The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy Tonight no freakin’ out, don't check my bank account Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now Ooh 25, 25 minutes till I go on stage Warm the crowd up, tell 'em play nightcore Beyoncé Smoke in a dark green room like a séance, ayy Almost ok, but someone here gives me a rude vibe Vineyard vines on, I bet you listen to Maroon 5 You wanna have a conversation 'bout my whole life I could talk but I gotta go They bark and pantin' for me that's that dog show I just want you to see, I just want you to see The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy Tonight no freakin' out, don't check my bank account Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Sane right now, sane right now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now– (can Gupi turn the) Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now (Give a fuck what my schedule says, I won't give a fuck till I'm fucking dead) Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now (Give a fuck what my schedule says, fuck notch, fuck musk, and I'll piss on Zedd) Now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now (Give a fuck what my schedule says, I won't give a fuck till I'm fucking dead) (Give a fuck what my schedule says) Um, it's best you call me, uh, so we can stop this, okay?