[Intro}
(Whoa, Kenny)
I am...
[Verse]
Nineteen, designer fiend
Anti-lean, Levi jeans
Mind psychotic, girlfriend's toxic
Weed exotic, smoking chronic
Y'all faker than my smile
I see thru you from a mile
I know it's been a while
But I can't forget your smile
Grew up on Zack & Cody
Lone coyote, off peyote, cacti emoji
Car littered with paraphernalia
She said I'm just a fucking failure
Don't know what the fuck to tell ya
If I did, I wouldn't tell ya
Over sleeping, lucid dreaming
Lost my mind, I'm fucking tweaking
Tryna fight these fucking demons
Tryna dodge these fucking feelings
High Fashion, Demna Gvsalia
Chanel comma Gabriel
Almost Famous, Zooey Deschanel
On too...
Alexander Wang
Helmut Lang
You're a fucking lame
Fuck up out my lane
[Verse]
(As we go a little something like...)
Fuck a life, I'm too depressed
Tryna slow down on these cigarettes
Now I'm even more distressed
Now I'm even more oppressed
Shit mental health, shit physical health
Only focused on my future wealth
I lay low, a master of fucking stealth
You text too much, I don't enough
Now my phone, she's blowing up
She ain't ever fucking growing up
Shit's got me fucking throwing up
You need to calm down, you stupid cunt
Stop stalling, pass that fucking blunt
[Beat Switch]
(Here, shake hands with danger)
[Verse]
All she wanna do is smoke weed
Ain't been sober in fucking two weeks
From THC to Ecstasy, from LSD to DMT
This shit's gonna be the death of me
I get higher than my insurance
Pass out, low endurance
Relapsing's just a recurrence
Do you love me?, i need reassurance
For a lost soul, what's the price tag?
Died over clout, and a Louis bag
Pussy bitch, a fucking fag
This world we're in is fucking sad
You ain't mean it, but you fucking said it
My depression's your aesthetic
You're gonna need a paramedic
Somebody call a fucking medic
All my friends left me on read
I should probably just go on back to bed
They'll probably love me more when I'm fucking dead
And I mean what I fucking said
[Verse]
(As we go a little something like...)
On the school bus, bumping ScHoolboy Q
You got all those fucking followers, but nobody know you
Don't nobody know shit about the shit I've been thru
All they wanna fucking hear is good news
I'm stuck like I stepped in glue
They still don't have a fucking clue
Haven't cried since my best friend died
No where left to hide, I'm so fucking tired
I think I'm truly dead inside
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