With a Zyn in your lip and your head on the couch
Fall asleep and don't spit it out
Wake up check your mouth
And there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Way down in my stomach tastes like spearmint
I was Zynning in the Caribbean
Animals were leaving a trail of snus
Except for the little fish
But he told me he swears he's a cool mint Zynny Zynny Zynny
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Way down in my stomach tastes like cinnamon
Whoo
With a Zyn in your lip and your head on the couch
Fall asleep and don't spit it out
Wake up check your mouth
And there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my pouch?
Where is my Zyn?
Where is my Zyn?
Way down in my stomach it's still hittin
Whoo
Whoo
