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