Phone Wallet Keys

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go again
Come on

I'm heading out and all I'm takin' with me is my phone, wallet, keys
Yeah, phone, wallet, keys
Just those three things please, need my phone, wallet, keys
Got my credit cards in my wallet
Got my phone you can call it
Master lock on my front door
That's what my motherfuckin' keys are for
My phone, wallet, keys, yeah, phone, wallet, keys
Good things come in threes, need my phone, wallet, keys

If I'm going to the zoo I need my (Phone, wallet, keys)
If I'm getting a face tattoo I need my (Phone, wallet, keys)
If I'm going out to a wedding (wedding)
If it's winter time and I'm sledding
If I'm at that daddy daughter dance
My phone, wallet, keys are in my pants
I'm going on vacation to the West Indies
And I don't got no luggage just got phone, wallet, keys
I rode on up to the airport
Lady asked for my passport
Fuck, okay

Guess I need my phone, wallet, passport, keys
Phone, wallet, passport, keys
Now I need four things, bitch please
Phone, wallet, passport, keys
I'm finally on the plane I'm riding Delta, Delta
The lady farted next to me I smelt her, I smelt her
We went up 30 thousand feet
I reclined my fucking seat
'Bout to watch a movie, stop
I forgot my laptop
Motherfucker, damnit

Now I need my laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys
Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys
Too much shit that's five fucking things
Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys
I'm swinging my shit all over the place I'm hurting ya, I'm hurting ya
I'm carrying so much shit I got a hernia, hernia
No place to put it, what should I do?
Probably should take my iPad too
What the fuck else did I forget?
(Sandman you need tons of shit)

My tick tacs, my back pack
My Zippo lighter, my charge pack
My sun glasses, my hairspray
My headphones (Them Beats by Dre)
My notebook, my GoPro
My vape pen, my crossbow
My toothpick, my pocketknife
Oh fuck, I forgot my wife

(Phone, wallet, keys) God damn
(Phone, wallet, keys)
It used to be so easy
With my phone, wallet, and keysy
Shit (Phone, wallet, keys) yeah
(Phone, wallet, keys)
It used to be a breezy
With my phone, wallet, and keysy

My pockets got so heavy now I'm cramping, I'm cramping
Each time I leave my house it's like I'm camping, I'm camping
I'm miserable just standing around I'm like a walking lost and found
You know I'd rather stay at home where all I need's my fucking phone
(Phone, phone, phone) yeah
(Phone, phone, phone)
Much happier at home, just playing with my phone
(Phone, phone, phone) yeah
(Phone, phone, phone)
Yeah I'll just stay at home and fiddle with my phone on the toilet