This is a song about "Stuff"

And i can't help but notice

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

I swear ri got a hit with this

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

My criteria ain't even that serious

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I'm just trying to focus

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

We left em a world that's cursed

The stuff we could have learned