sincerely, me

(Uh huh, ah)

Its like fuck you, fuck them

Sincerely, me

And what do I have left?

Like childhood innocence

Like a flower pressed in a book page

Like a pressed up, huh, blue bill

When you're dressed up for a funeral

I can't hold it together if I can't hold you around me

Changed like the weather, when I got that call

I fell to my knees at a Walgreens

And I flipped through a script that I can't read

I got money, I got money on me

That bitch is a dub if she fuck my bro

I be clean on the scene and you sittin' front row

Mix the perc with the bean, RIP my bro

(Uh oh, mix the perc with the bean, RIP my bro)