This is a song about "Bass guitar"

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped