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[Verse 1: billy woods]

Ready to Die, it's no Biggie

No surprise, no pity

Lived a couple lives, go ahead and slide, hope I take a couple with me

Made a couple dollars, it got tricky quickly

What you expect?

Play stupid games you flyin' easyJet

Bratislava to Utrecht

Something felt off before I even left

So when I saw the missed calls, I knew what was next

Didn't have to open the texts

Stupid prizes, couple's therapy on Zoom

It's a train wreck

My evil eye ward off hex though

FaceTime declined, I'm trying to live in the moment like death row

The sunset in the desert, red glow

Redness in the West, I sip Mexico's best slow

Mezcal Negroni, sittin' atop the corral smokin'

Watching unbroken wild ponies run wild at sundown

Only the lonely big tree like a sundial

[Chorus: Samuel T. Herring]

Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll

I can't take you with me, but I be on your phone

You can take it out, anytime you wanna know, where I've been goin'

Another night in Texas, feels like weeks on the road

Piss in Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico

I ain't seen my folks

And strangely I feel right at home on my own

[Verse 2: billy woods]

Three oboes, one clarinet

Black rainbows, the night wept

The room smelled like Marrakesh

Dubstep drift in the window, I sit at the desk

It's a party outside, some half, some overdressed

They was goin' off during Playboi Carti set

Now they in the halls, partyin'

Checkin' they phones, bass shake the walls

I'm smokin' alone in a cardigan

Thinkin' of home

The cannabis single origin, Waffle Cone

Went back down to the bar again, wig blown

Afterparty packed like Parliament

Ass cheeks and cheekbones, lips slightly parted

Butter wouldn't melt, I gave her margarine

I'm lookin' like the help or someone who just wandered in

The vibe is animal pelts

Chunky rings, clunky shoes, lots of ink

Dudes who order everybody's drink

Really I'm just waiting for my phone to ping

I'm thinkin' 'bout you when I'm supposed to be thinkin' 'bout other things

I don't go to sleep, I tread water 'til I sink

[Chorus: Samuel T. Herring]

Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll

I can't take you with me, but I be on your phone

You can take it out anytime you wanna know where I've been goin'

Another night in Texas, feels like weeks on the road

Piss in Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico

I ain't seen my folks

And strangely I feel right at home on my own

[Outro: Samuel T. Herring]

On my own

On my own

On my own