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[Intro] All right, Milwaukee, let's fucking do this shit Here we go Yeah, yeah, yeah Here we go again Come on [Verse 1] I'm headin' 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 [Verse 2] If I'm goin' to the zoo I need my (Phone, wallet, keys) If I'm gettin' a face tattoo I need my (Phone, wallet, keys) If I'm goin' out to a weddin' (wedding) If it's winter time and I'm sleddin' If I'm at that daddy daughter dance My phone, wallet, keys are in my pants I'm goin' 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 [Verse 3] 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 ridin' Delta, Delta The lady farted next to me I smelt her, I smelt her We went up 30 thousand feet I reclined my fuckin' seat 'Bout to watch a movie, stop I forgot my laptop Motherfucker, damnit [Verse 4] Now I need my laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys Too much shit that's five fuckin' things Laptop, phone, wallet, passport, keys I'm swingin' my shit all over the place I'm hurtin' ya, I'm hurtin' ya I'm carryin' so much shit I got a hernia, a 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) [Bridge] My Tic Tacs, my backpack 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 [Chorus] (Phone, wallet, keys) Goddamn (Phone, wallet, keys) It used to be so easy With my phone, my wallet, and my keysy Shit (Phone, wallet, keys) yeah (Phone, wallet, keys) It used to be a breezy With my phone, my wallet, and my keysy [Verse 5] My pockets got so heavy now I'm crampin, I'm crampin' Each time I leave my house it's like I'm campin', I'm campin' I'm miserable just standin' around I'm like a walkin' lost and found You know I'd rather stay at home where all I need's my fuckin' phone (Phone, phone, phone) yeah (Phone, phone, phone) Much happier at home, just playin' 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