Lyrics:
Pick up the phone tell me you miss me
Let it all go I'll show you I'm empty
Swim in your eyes, baby I'm drowning
Later tonight, I'll show you I'm
I'm a hyped up feral mess
Over stimulated nervous wreck
I wanna help
Wanna fix it all
Forget myself
It's all predictable
I don't know where I wanna
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, T.R. A.P
Yo, Staxx
Said I'm a creature, motherfuckin' creature
Said I'll delete ya, I'll motherfuckin' delete ya
Said I'm
Commence primary ignition
Spyda, spyda, spyda spyda
Don't wake me up (yes)
I'm faded off too many things right now I don't wanna know
So don't wake
me
And it's expensive speaking the truth
Words are extensive keeping it cool
You wanna be loud and acting a fool
I'm up in the 6 with a Canada goose
I'm just staring at the sunlight
Wondering, why I can't get nothing right
I wanna talk to you
But you just wanna fight
Fuck the sunlight
We come out
LSK, LSK, LSK, LSK, LSK, LSK ,LSK
In her sheets, I'm the sun, tell me where the light go
She go down, I'm the one, she know what I like, oh
Smoke
Rizz de aisi they think I'm bad bad
Well thats just sad sad
Bae dekhe cosplay ma I call her cat cat
Man music makes me crazy mad man
Paise dekha
(Okazaki)
Fighting my demons they talking to me, they creeping up onto the street (oh yeah)
I got a 9 and I'm ready to pass it, all of my pockets,
Hey, yo, turn the fuck up, nigga
Hey, it's another anthem
Skyboi on the beat, yeah
Fired up with heat
Finna come back with it
Sleepin' on me, I'm not
on newsstands like I'm the President or sum
I rap for homies on the blocks
Toting Glocks
Putting money in their socks
Selling rocks to the fiends I
Took money
Fuck I guess, I'm cut like this
Fuck I guess I run this shit
Fuck I guess I make this bread
Just to dress up, ornaments
Guess I'm next up
Up
Antisocial neglect all the texts on my phone
Pumping some A-Wax I'm smoking alone
Running on empty, chest filled up with smoke
Heart full of pain
Never understood paying money to stand at the party
I'm going green my back yard's a botanical garden
In it for the money I'm no longer an amateur
scream my name
It's not the same
It takes a lifetime to figure it out
I'm caught on the inside
I'm coming down
I gave all my time to figure you out
Don't
bitch keep on watching this bitch is a fan
Took her to the crib, pop her like a can
My niggas they winning just part of the plan
I'm not finna fight so
clap clap
Different numbers like I'm trapping out Whats App (text me )
Different numbers like I'm trapping out Whats App
There's a Whole Lotta BAD
I'm just tryna leave with you tryna get you in my room
No I'm not the type to call no we can't just run a Zoom
No oh
No oh
Bae I'm tryna feel your
know
It was all a dream
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
It was all a dream
I don't know if I'm dreaming
Always hold it down, I just know that I'm
Nigga say you play with me, well bitch I'm playing with the streets
He wanna talk, get in there and sleep, bitch I'm pull up for you to sleep
I've
going on but I'm fine
Swear I need a shorty that's gon' love the lines
Or between the lines
When I know it's time, probably pick you up to go to prom
In
Spazz in the booth
Pulled up with two yea I'm mad with the juice
Speeding in the batmobile like Bruce
Take off the roof might crash in this coupe
Names not Darius but you can get slayed
I'm in the field and I'm making a play
Roll up the wood you know it's a eighth
Count up the stacks I Gotta
got no time to waste
Even when I doubt myself, somehow I always find a way
And my mind has been in silo, 2am, I'm wide awake
Nigga was high strung off
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