[Hook]
I feel like Bruno Mars
Smoke that doob I go to Mars
I'm dancing with the stars
I feel like I'm on Dancing with the Stars

[Verse 1 - Willay]
If you don't feel me I feel sorry
Dancing with the Stars, bitch I'm dancing with Tinashe
You was eating bars, I was tryna get a 'rari
But I might pass on the cars, need a jet no Kawasaki
Yeah she said she want a baby I don't need no Tamagotchi
And I only smoke exotic flower, Murakami
In the Birks I'm in the Comme, yeah, des Garçons
All this money on me I'm a pinche cabrón yeah, aye
And Rahi want some bars
Rahi want some dabs
Rosin out the jar
Willay he the plug
Gas powered like a car
Always burning like a star
Cause damn this life is hard
Damn this shit is hard
And Indo he go hard
'Dida drippin' hard
I feel like Bruno Mars
French Vanilla Vеgan Boys across the country
She don't understand English but shе want me
Got her singing, Bruno Mars

[Hook]
I feel like Bruno Mars
Smoke that doob I go to Mars
I'm dancing with the stars
I feel like I'm dancing with the stars

I feel like Bruno Mars
Smoke that doob I go to Mars
I'm dancing with the stars
I feel like I'm on Dancing with the Stars

[Verse 2 - INDO]
Said she want a new 'rari
Playing games like Atari
Indian, no Apache
Brown and proud I ain't sorry
Elevated my status
Seven bitches one mattress
On a tab watch static
Magic carpet Aladdin
Yeah, ride that shit up out to Mars
Ain't nobody playing we in Vegas spitting bars
And I been looking at the throne I'm finna take it from the stars
Shorty scratching on my back so hard I'm bleeding leaving scars
I'm with the team I'm going hard up in the paint
When I be dancing look so good that shorty faint
I'm saving up a little bank to get the Wraith
Out in the city of sin, but I'm a saint
Indo

[Hook]
I feel like Bruno Mars
Smoke that doob I go to Mars
I'm dancing with the stars
I feel like I'm dancing with the stars

I feel like Bruno Mars
Smoke that doob I go to Mars
I'm dancing with the stars
I feel like I'm on Dancing with the Stars